VICTORIA’S POV
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“I want to ask you something,” Ryder says as I stuff a deep fried prawn roll in my mouth, my cheeks stuffed. Now? He wants to ask me now? Raising my brows, I nod, chewing slowly as my heart beats a little faster. What could he possibly want? Stop overthinking, he could be just inquiring about something. Anything. Perhaps he wants to know how it felt to work for another ice hockey team.
“I should have asked earlier,” Ryder scoffs, pushing his calamari rings around in his plate nervously before setting his fork down. I chew faster. My brows remain near my hairline as I wait, the echo of my heartbeat reverberating down my spine throughout my body.
“Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the Ice Hockey Charity Gala tomorrow night?” I swallow, hard and audible. Slo
