Page 98 of Scarred

“There is,” Knox mutters. “Unfortunately, we had the three blind mice as refs tonight and an opposing team of goons.”

She does a cute snort, and I fight the urge to smile.

She’s clearly pissed on my behalf, and it’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’m just glad you kicked their asses. They deserved every bit of those hits you threw their way,” she huffs.

“It felt damn good, too,” Knox chuckles before eyeing me. His blue eyes knowingly tell me he’s picked up on her defensiveness toward me as he hides his smile. “Ready to go, sunshine?” He takes his wife’s hand and kisses it.

“You guys aren’t coming with us?” Miles frowns.

“Not tonight,” Knox says, shaking his head. “My wife is about to pop any day now, and even though she won’t admit it, I know she’s ready to get out of those boots and into cozy socks and sweats.”

“I’m too tired to argue,” Savi moans, putting a hand on her round belly. “Our little guy has been kicking up a storm the whole game and sitting right on my bladder. It’s been impossible to get comfortable lately.”

“He’s just excited to hear his daddy play,” Knox smiles, rubbing her pregnant belly. “They wanted to go to Breakaway for a couple of drinks,” he says, looking over at me. “Can you make sure they get in the VIP section? I told security that they were family, but just in case they gave them any problems, I would feel better knowing you were there.”

“No problem,” I say. “I was headed there anyway for a bit.”

Glancing at Luna, she meets my eyes, and a small smile plays on her lips.

“Perfect. Thanks, man.” Knox and Savi say their goodbyes before we head towards the bar.

I fall in line with the group and make small talk with Miles and Travis as the girls walk in front of us. Even though I’m enjoying the view of Luna’s ass in that skirt, I’d much rather have her next to me.

When we get to Breakaway, the line out front is already long, so I lead them to the side entrance.

“Hey, Roger,” I smile as he opens the door for us.

“Mr. Blade,” he grins. “You gave us quite the show tonight.”

“Wasn’t about to let them get the best of me,” I chuckle, keeping an eye on Luna as she leans in to talk to Sophia over the noise of the crowd.

When we get to the VIP section, I see a few of the players already here, taking full advantage of the table of food that’s already spread out.

Picking up the bottle of white wine already on the table, I pour the girls each a glass before pouring myself a bourbon along with Travis and Miles.

They start talking to a few other players they know, and their wives join in as I hand Luna her wine glass.

“Thanks,” she smiles, taking a sip, but keeping her eyes glued to mine.

“You’re welcome,” I murmur, watching the way her tongue swipes her bottom lip.

I grip my glass tighter, and her eyes play with mine.

“I see we finally got you to come back to one of our games,” McCormick says, coming up next to Luna and forcing her gaze away. “It’s good to see you.”

Luna smiles at McCormick as I watch their interaction a little closer than I probably should.

“It was definitely more intense than last time,” she laughs. “I wasn’t expecting everybody to start trying to kill each other.”

“That’s just playoff hockey creeping in early,” McCormick scoffs before pointing toward me with his bourbon glass. “Blade over there tends to bring out everyone’s anger issues.”

“Can you blame them?” Hayes calls out from the food table. “That fucker stops everything.”

“I’ve been told he’s the best,” Luna murmurs, her eyes flicking to mine for half a second.

And there’s that look again. The same one I see every time she looks at me.