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it. There. We are on the same page.”
    Something was off. I wasn’t sure what. There was nothing on Dex’s face that told me he was lying but somehow I felt like he was. But to bring that up wouldn’t do me any good. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him. I did trust him. I just felt like he was holding something back, not out of spite or something, but because he wanted to protect me. It was almost like I was buying a house from him and he was telling me someone had died there, skirting over the fact that many people had died there from some massive brutal murder. Dex would be an excellent real estate agent.
    I told him that.
    “Okaaay,” he said suspiciously. “You think I’m selling you something?”
    “You know I’d buy whatever you were selling,” I blurted without thinking.
    He wagged his finger at me. “See, there you go, all flirting with me again.”
    “Don’t flatter yourself.”
    “Why should I when I have you to do it for me?”
    I grunted and stood up, tired of the conversation. He got up too and slapped me lightly on the arm.
    “You know I’m kidding, kiddo. Ha. Kidding, kiddo.”
    “Let’s go get this hockey game under way. I feel like punching someone.” I started walking towards the seawall and the way back to the hotel, ready to take on the strollers and spastic joggers.
    “See you’re getting into the spirit already. That just warms my heart.” He grinned at me before polishing off his giant cup of coffee and tossing it in the trash. Had he littered on the ground it probably would have caused Bill to come running out from behind a log, ready to slap a hefty fine on us. I knew that man really didn’t want us going anywhere near his island, and I couldn’t say I disagreed either.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    After the meeting with Ranger Bill on the beach, we went back to our hotel and I promptly passed out on my bed. The late night, the travels and the change of location did a number on my mind. Like usual, I had a bizarre dream that I couldn’t quite remember as soon as I woke. Normally I was so good at remembering the details but lately I just couldn’t. Though, perhaps that was a good thing. Some nightmares were best left forgotten.
    The game was at 7 p.m., so I was putting the finishing touches of my makeup on and listening to the band Mini Mansions on my iPhone speaker when there was a knock at my door. It was Dex, who walked in wearing a ratty black and yellow Canucks jersey and holding a new, smaller blue one in his hands.
    “Uh?” I asked, pointing at it.
    “You listening to ELO?” he asked, peering at my phone.
    “No. What is this?”
    “Oh, I went for a walk, thought you should wear this.”
    He pushed the jersey into my hands. It was my size and not as hideously ugly as the one he was wearing. But still. Confusion.
    “You bought me a Canucks jersey?” I asked. “I don’t even know if I like the team. Or any team, for that matter. Or the game.”
    “You will. And you’re welcome.”
    “I thought you were a Rangers fan. You grew up in New York, didn’t you?”
    “I was, now I’m not and I did, but I’m not in New York anymore. Either way, it’s going to be an exciting game and I would be honored if you would slip that jersey over your pretty little head and wear it tonight.”
    I wondered if he ever tried to dress Jenn up, too, and drag her out to games. But there was no way I was bringing that up. I was getting the distinct impression that Jenn was a touchy subject this weekend, though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe they had a fight or something. I can’t say that didn’t tickle the back of my head in a delightful way.
    So I decided to be a good sport, be the anti–Jenn if you will, and put on the jersey. I was only wearing a thin, long–sleeved shirt at the moment anyway. I walked over to the mirror and peered at myself. It didn’t look half bad. It was a bit tight around the boobs; Dex somehow had underestimated them, but it flowed loosely