Turns out, no one really cares about the famous hockey player’s teenage daughter.
Unlike movie stars, I can live a quiet life.
Mostly.
Until Liam Moretti dropped in, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing him.
Luckily, I quickly regained my senses and shoved him out of my room and ignored his pleas to talk with me. Also, blasting music helped drown him out.
I’ve desperately tried not thinking about Liam lately, which hasn’t gone well. A few times, I’ve opened a tab on the computer and contemplated trying to run a background check on him, but that could get me fired if anyone were to see.
Besides, I don’t exactly have clearance around here, and you need a passcode to access that system.
Which leads me back to the file scattered on the floor that practically burned me when reading.
There’s a connection between Ashleigh and Antonio?
Trembling, I reach for the file.
I have to know.
Because that would put the nail in the coffin with Liam. If we’re related, absolutely nothing could ever happen.
I open the file, this time skimming bits about Ashleigh until I find information on her relatives and family members.
Siblings: Antonio Moretti
No.
It can’t be.
My breath catches in my throat, the room spins. Thankfully, I’m already on my ass, my back against the cabinets as I slam my eyes shut.
Tears threaten to surface.
Why am I this upset over something so trivial?
Because I clearly like him.
The fact that I’ve been thinking about him non-stop proves that to me, but I keep wanting to deny it.
Well, it doesn’t matter.
If Liam and I are related, then obviously nothing can ever happen.
I toss the file across the room, the staple tearing and the pages scattering haphazardly.
“Fuck!”
Seven
Harper
“Mama.” Zeke is practically climbing out of my arms like a jungle gym as I wrestle him into the car seat.
I’m not used to borrowing Luca’s car, and I’m even more unfamiliar with Dante’s car that he loaned Luca.
“Are you sure I can drive this? Your dad’s not going to report it stolen?” I’m only half-joking. Dante still scares me.