Page 25 of Body Check

“We used to date,” Robby states.

Gonzo chokes. “All three of you?”

Brandon laughs, a hearty sound that echoes throughout the dressing room. “Nah. Just the two of them. I came along after they broke up.”

“Cool. Nice to meet you, have you join the crew. The extended family is all super supportive.”

There are footsteps behind us, and I turn in the direction of the sound. “We should probably get to our seats.”

“Hey, Cap!” Gonzo says. “Come meet Amelia’s family.”

My gaze locks on McKittrick’s, the hard set of his jaw. And then, against my will, my eyes sweep over his form. He’s only wearing his base layer on the bottom, his chest bare. His body is every bit as cut up close as I imagined it would be from far away.

I haven’t had the chance to work on him since that first day, and he was fully clothed at the time. I was focused on his knee, not on the rest of him.

And the rest of him is potent.

“Guests aren’t allowed in the dressing room,” McKittrick says tightly.

“Oh. We’ll get out of the way,” Brandon says. He runs a hand over Ainsley’s back, shifting his weight as she makes a soft noise.

“I invited them,” Robby says. “We’re on our way back to the equipment cave.”

McKittrick grunts.

“Sorry to intrude,” my brother says. “I’m Tyler, and this is my husband, Brandon.”

The hockey player nods, guarded. “Jason McKittrick.”

Brandon cocks his head. “Haven’t I seen you before?”

“I’m your neighbor,” McKittrick says. “My living room window faces yours.”

Tyler frowns. “So, you’re the asshole who doesn’t close his blinds.”

I choke. Does he know about the private shows?

No. He can’t. There’s no way he knows.

“You guys don’t close your curtains, either,” McKittrick says lightly.

MacGregor and Logan shuffle past us. The redhead stops suddenly, and Logan slams into his back.

“What the fuck, man,” Logan mutters.

“You’re Brandon Walker,” MacGregor says.

Guarded, my brother-in-law nods. “Yeah.” Just because he’s in a pro hockey dressing room doesn’t mean people can’t get weird.

“Shit, man,” he says. “Aidan MacGregor. I’m a huge fan.”

“Yeah?” Brandon grins, offering his hand.

“You’re always the first pick on my fantasy team,” MacGregor says. “You and Austin Anderson are, like, the dream team.”

Logan groans. “He’s not going to shut up about this for a month.”

Brandon flushes, a pleased smile on his face. “Sorry, not sorry.”