I promptly knocked them off. “Who?”
“Blonde chick? Tight, tight ass. Yoga pants.” His eyebrows moved like two hairy caterpillars preparing to duel.
I rubbed my forehead, trying to figure out who he was talking about. My driveway was secured and private, I hadn’t seen any women in…
“Nora?”
“Is that her name?”
My jaw dropped. “Nora?” I wracked my brains trying to figure out how to describe her and couldn’t think of one single adjective. “Driving a silver Q5?”
His smile widened with his eyes. “Yes.”
“You actually spoke to her?”
“Yes.”
I was having a lot of trouble understanding what was happening right now.
“What about?”
Cooper put the bottle on the table, moving Sam around, patting his back. “Who’s this Nora chick?”
“She’s my new PT. Coach is trying to get her on staff.” I turned back to Huck, my eyes narrowing. “Which means she’s untouchable. He was very, very clear.”
He matched me with a wink. “Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I’ll give you a thousand dollars for her number.”
“Fuck off, Huck. I’m warning you, do not go near her.”
He rubbed his hands together with ill-concealed glee. “Oh, now you’re just making me want her more, especially as I’m feeling some kind of groin injury coming on.”
I turned to Cooper for back up, only to find him watching our squabble with amusement. My head snapped back round to Huck.
“I mean it, Sands. Coach said no.”
“I repeat, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
My teeth ground together as I held in my annoyance, having no fucking desire to fall into whatever stupid game he was trying to play. “It’s your funeral.”
Sam let out a giant burp, one that wouldn’t have been out of place in the locker room.
Cooper patted him on the back. “Hey, good job, buddy.”
Huck’s eyebrow rose as he got up and walked to the fridge. “I find it alarming that baby came out of a human not so long ago, and a Freddie sized human at that. What do you feed him?”
Cooper smirked. “Annoying shits like you.”
“Damn right.” I held my hands out as Huck flipped him off. “Can I have my godson now?”
Cooper handed him over then joined Huck at the fridge, pulling him into a headlock, rubbing his head. “Have you both had lunch?”
I patted my stomach. “No, I’m starving too, so what are you making me?”
His head peered around the fridge door. “Mac and cheese?”
“Fuck yes.” I patted my stomach again. It was definitely softer. “Man, I’m going to be so fucking fat by the time I get back on the ice.”
Huck slid a bottle of water across the table to me. “Don’t worry, we’ll just push you into the opposition, you can take them down like a bowling ball.”
