How to ruin your ex's wedding: fake date a hockey player novel - Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Crew's POV, The moving truck arrived at eight AM, which felt criminally early for someone who'd been up until three discussing wedding disasters with Maya. I stood in the parking lot of Maya's apartment building, coffee in hand, watching two guys in matching uniforms assess the amount of furniture we needed to transport to Vancouver. "This everything?" the shorter one asked, gesturing at the pile of boxes and furniture we'd stacked by the curb. Most of it. There's more upstairs." I took another sip of coffee. "My house sold yesterday. Final walkthrough was at six AM.

This is what's left after donating half my life to Goodwill." "Vancouver, huh? You a Canucks fan now?" "I play for them. Or I will, once I get there." His eyes widened. "Wait, you're Crew Lawson? The guy who-" He stopped himself. "Sorry, man. None of my business." "It's fine. Yeah, I'm that guy. The one who overdosed and went to rehab and got traded." I said it matter-of-factly. Owning it. "Forty-five days clean tomorrow." "Good for you, man. Seriously." He clapped me on the shoulder. "My brother's two years sober.

NA saved his life." We spent the next twenty minutes loading boxes while Harper and Maya made multiple trips up and down the elevator with smaller items. Maya was pretending she wasn't crying. Harper was pretending she didn't notice. By ten AM, everything was loaded except what we'd need for the final night in Seattle. The movers would drive the truck to Vancouver today, arriving tomorrow morning at our new condo. We'd follow in my car tomorrow after one last night with Maya.

"That's it?" Harper asked, staring at the truck, "My entire life fits in half a moving truck?" "Our entire lives," I corrected. "And yeah. Turns out we don't need much." Maya joined us on the curb. "This is really happening, You're actually leaving," "We're actually leaving." Harper grabbed her hand, "But you're coming in two months. Remember? You promised." "I know. I just didn't think it would hurt this much." Maya wiped her eyes roughly, "Ignore me. I'm being dramatic. You're moving four hours away, not dying." 1/3 "You could come visit. Like, constantly.

Obnoxiously often." Harper was crying now too. "Maya, you're my best friend. My person. I can't do this without knowing you're going to be okay." "I'm going to be fine. Better than fine. I'm moving to Vancouver in September with a new job lined up at the Canucks' PR department. Thanks to someone putting in a good word for me." She looked at me. "You deserved the recommendation. James was thrilled when I suggested you." "Still. You didn't have to do that." "Yes I did. You quit your job because Morrison was an asshole about Harper. That's loyalty. Loyalty gets rewarded." I checked my phone.