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Chapter 39. Count Me Out
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2026-08-25 07:56:05
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Memphis’s P.O.V“Anne-Marie?” Miss Blake calls and docks her head, wearing her grin like dazzling brand-new clothes. “Get in!” She gestures with a hand, then begins clearing the passenger seat of her Toyota RAV4.Flustered, I blink countlessly and drag a foot back, the sole of my right sneaker harshly scraping the ground. My heart still thuds, but it’s starting to slow. It’s only Miss Blake—who I had no idea could smile this broadly and genuinely. A wave of relief washes over me, and my eyes scan the entire street. It’s thankfully only filled with cars.I take one glance at Anne-Marie. Her blanched face fills me with temporary comfort: that I’m not the only one who freaked out, thinking it was one of my teammates or worse: my girlfriend or Marcus; I probably would have smacked them hard in the head, knocked them out, and hope they have amnesia, then figure out what to do next.We cannot be seen together. It is bad. Given the kind of history we share and all that is at stake now with
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Memphis’s P.O.VMy eyes widen as I turn to him. “I’m not turning red–”“Just one more table…” Jeffrey’s voice reaches us. And my words dissolve. My eyes flick over Avan’s head, landing on Jeffrey a distance behind the counter, by the door to the storage room, Anne-Marie standing right in front of him. She hurriedly takes off the navy apron that’s been tied around her waist the entire time. Avan turns around. Every member of the team does the same, watching as she speaks to him quietly. I can’t hear a word she’s saying, but from the displeased look on Jeffrey’s face, it seems she’s not giving him what he’s asking for. Which is: “Just one more table.”What’s going on?“I’ll raise your pay. How about that? You get a raise in your second week,” he says. Jeffrey, and never knowing when to tone down his voice—an ill-fated duo.He wants her to keep waiting tables. Has her shift ended?She shakes her head. And finally, I hear her say, “I really have to leave…” There’s a plea in her voice.
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Memphis’s P.O.V“What’s that?”My eyes shift to Avan, catching him as he lowers his gaze from my face to my hand.“Nothing,” I answer, rolling the sticker between my forefinger and thumb. “It’s my name sticker.”“I thought I saw something else written on it.”With my lips pursed, I shake my head, hoping he’s convinced, then I turn forward. The sticker has formed a tiny paper ball. I drop it on my left side and focus on my drink. I peel the straw from the glass, lift the lid, tear the wrapper off the straw, and dip it in to sip.My mind plays a mocking game with me. Even if I’ve decided to live and act like New Jersey never happened until I start to believe it never did, it’s absolutely insane that after two years, this is how our paths cross again. From being a random stranger whom I met in a totally different city, under a terribly rare circumstance, lost but not forgotten, to being my schoolmate. Not just that; we share a class, she’s coincidentally my partner for group work, she j
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Memphis’s P.O.VAnne-Marie stops in her tracks, holding a tray of drinks as her head snaps in our direction. She flinches at the sight of Russo marching toward her. My jaw tightens. “Russo?” I call, feeling the stares of everyone in this diner poking my neck.Her eyes pop for half a second, her lashes fluttering as if taken aback, until he stops right in front of her, towering and intimidating. Her head tips back slowly as she blinks, recognition spreading in her green eyes. I stop in my tracks a few steps from Russo, my eyes on them. My fists clench; I expect her to cower at his presence, back up a step, maybe—Russo is huge, tall, very intimidating, like most of us—but she simply holds his gaze without wavering, staring at him with a look I can’t read.“Long time no see, Witch…” Russo seethes in her face. “You finally crawled out of the fu–ing hole you’ve been hiding and found your way back to Northbridge.” Her colleague pauses at Norman’s booth and looks over her shoulder. Every
Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain Chapter 39. Count Me Out
Memphis’s P.O.VParalyzed for a moment, I stare into equally shocked green eyes—so familiar and captivating yet terrifying. I hear my heart thudding inside my ears. I think I’m shaking. It’s almost like yesterday when we…No.She drops her eyes so quickly, holding a small tray containing three sealed cups of milkshakes that I’ve only just noticed. Eager to be out of her way, I step aside to my left, only for her to make the same move to her right.“Sorry,” I mutter, and frantically move to my right. She moves fast in the same direction. Damn.She switches at the same time I move, stopping right in front of me again. My head is splitting as I lose my mind.“Move the heck out of my way.” She utters harshly, remaining still, her head bowed.A nerve is struck, but I step aside at the speed of light. She breezes past me in a blur, pushing her way through the door. The door slams behind me as I catch my breath. My heart pounds against my chest in alarm; my hands tremble. I stare at the boo
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Anne-Marie’s P.O.V“I’ve been– I’ve been good.” I choke out.Coach Brian’s gaze narrows. He purses his lips and shakes his head. “You promised you’d be back after a year… You never returned, and you cut all contact with all of us… I thought we were family…” I drop my eyes to my lap, pressing my lips together as I release a deep breath. “Anne-Marie?”My eyes are forced back up to meet his. Concern floods his gaze. And he asks, “What has happened to you in the last four years?”A lump forms in my throat. But I shake my head. “Nothing. Nothing… I was just earning a living.”“And what about your mom?”“My mom?” My voice cracks. Tears sting my eyes at the speed of light. I grind my jaw, and my hands start to tremble. “She’s– she’s, um, she’s okay.”His eyes fall on my hands, then flick back up. I clench my fists, hoping the shaking stops, but it only worsens.Coach Brian remains silent.Pain lodges in my chest, slowly stealing my strength and composure. My gaze blurs. My lips quiver; I b
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