Both my brothers lose it.
I stand there and let them laugh. I have indeed been eating her muffins, not to mention her cookies, her cinnamon bread, her chocolate espresso mousse, and I haven’t once thought about my macros.
I have thought a lot about eating her pussy, though.
Chapter 29
Happy Wife, Happy Life
SLADE
Igive my brothers annoyed looks. “You guys are idiots.”
Sadie appears at Walker’s side with a blonde woman in blue scrubs beside her, dark circles under her eyes, hair in a bun with the strands escaping. It’s Cassidy, Josie’s best friend, and apparently Sadie’s good friend too.
I seize the interruption like a lifeline.
“Hey Cassidy. Great costume,” I say.
She stares at me.
“Scrubs,” I say. “Doctor, right?”
“Are you joking.” It isn’t a question.
I look at Sadie, confused. Sadie laughs, shaking her head.
“I just got off a shift,” the woman says. “I didn’t have time to go home and change.”
“Right.” I clear my throat. Cassidy is a doctor. I knew that, I think. “Sorry. I forgot.”
“Slade is what we call oblivious,” Walker tells her. “At leastto anything that doesn’t involve hockey, horses, or now, his wife.”
He’s not wrong. I tend to have tunnel vision. I wasn’t around much by the time Josie and Cassidy became friends. I’d already been drafted into the NHL by then. Just a rookie, my whole life consumed by hockey, by training, by the obsessive need to succeed. I barely made it home those years. Somewhere in the back of my memory there’s a vague impression of a gangly teenager with a blonde ponytail and a mouthful of braces, attached at the hip to Josie.
Tanner, back from the drinks cooler, practically shoves me out of the way to put himself in between me and her.
“Doctor Monroe.” He bows elegantly.
Her eyes scan down him and back up, and her face goes a little bit red, whether from irritation or something else, I can’t tell.
“Dracula,” she answers by way of greeting.
“Straight from the hospital? You look exhausted.”
“Wow, thanks.”
He hands her a plate spread with a sample of everything on the table, neatly arranged. “Let me guess, you didn’t eat. I made you a plate.”
She looks at it warily. “Did you spit on it?”
His expression turns affronted. “I’m trying to feed you, Freckles. You’ve been on your feet for twelve hours.”
She takes a hesitant nibble of a cheese cube.
Tanner’s eyes dip to her mouth. “So what’s the fiancé dressed up as? The Invisible Man?”
She flinches a little. That clearly landed somewhere sensitive. Her expression hardens as she glares at him. “He’s at a medical conference in Stockholm. Where’s your date?”
