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“Ohhhhh.” I snap my fingers and gesture to the costume, making sure to keep my eyes above the waist. “I see it now. It’s Steve from Scoops Ahoy. Wasn’t he wearing a hat?”
Foster lets out an annoyed breath as the back passenger side window of his Range Rover rolls down and Ian hangs out, waving a white hat around like he’s about to surrender. “Foster, you forgot your hat.”
“There it is,” I smile, knocking my shoulder into Foster’s as we turn and head that direction.
“I don’t know why I hang out with them,” he mumbles. “I really don’t.”
“Oh, hold on.” I pull my phone out of my clutch and unlock the screen. “We have to call for a tow truck. I completely forgot.”
“Already called them.”
“Wait, you did?”
“Avery,” he sighs, turning to face me and giving me an exasperated look. “I said end of story.”
“I thought that meant you were going to pick me up…”
“Avery.” This time when he says my name, it’s sharper. Deeper. More commanding. “Let me take care of this. Let me take care of you.”
I manage to zip up my lips and toss away the key. Take care of me.Take care of me.
Jesus.
He can’t say those things to me.He can’t.
It’s just a crush, nothing more.
So why does it feel like it could be everything?
CHAPTER THREE
Let me take care of you.What the hell was I thinking?
I shouldn’t be saying that to anyone, let alone my teammate’s little sister.
I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t thinking. Not in the slightest. After she got out of that damn car, all I could see were her breasts.
It’s not my fault. They’re practically spilling out of that dress.
I don’t know if I want to keep watching them all night or try to shove them back in there so no one else can see.
Obviously, the correct answer is neither. Her breasts... those new fucking curves of hers… they’re none of my business. Especially since I’m being a good boy until I can get my contract renewed.
Leaving the Devils wouldn’t be the end of the world, I know that, but I’ve grown to love it in Nashville.
Plus, the team…
Well, let’s say they’re more of a family to me than my real family is. I haven’t felt like I belonged anywhere in a really long time, and I’d rather not lose it.
Not over sloppy paperwork.
If that dirt-bag, Adam, was still the GM, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but since he was let go, we have a new general manager starting this season, and he’s supposed to start sometime next month. I guess he has a family emergency that kept him from being here at the top of the season.
We’re hoping his absence is a blessing, because rumor has it, Dean Prescott has a habit of cleaning house and making crazy decisions. No one on the Devils is safe with him here.
Especially me.
I just hope my dick doesn’t fall out of these damn shorts before I get a new contract.
