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I think he likes this idea.
Me, too. If it all works out, I’ll have my contract, my sponsors, and a stellar reputation in no time.
This is going to be a piece of cake.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“So…” Lincoln mutes Saturday night’s hockey game—New York versus Boston—and tosses me a look. “Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?”
“You mean my dick?” Tag props his feet up on the coffee table, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
“No, I don’t mean your dick.”
“You sure? Come on, I was watching the game.”
Linc groans and throws a pillow at Tag, hitting him square in the face. “No one wants to hear about your dick. Boston’s already up by three, and it’s still the first period.” He gestures toward me before continuing. “I want to know what this asshole thinks he’s doing dating Remington’s sister, and why we had to find out about it on social media.”
I grunt, sinking down on Tag’s couch, wishing like hell they would leave this one alone.
We came over to Tag’s right after practice to watch the latest Boston games before we play them tonight, and I should've known they’d try to get me to talk.
The nosey wankers can’t help themselves once they get a whiff of some good gossip.
I don’t really recall our good old captain being loose with the details when he started dating Jazz, one of our owners.
Didn’t go so well for a while either.
Not that I have to worry about anything like that. Avery and I know exactly what this is—and what it isn’t. And it willneverbe a real relationship. Neither of us wants that.
“I really don’t think you can judge, Dallas. How did we find out about you and Jazz? Oh, I remember, bloody Gordon shouting it out as he slipped all over the ice so he could punch you in the face. The two of you were all over the telly.”
Linc raises his hands and chuckles. “I’m not judging you or anything, but you could have told us. How long have you and Avery been seeing each other?”
“Ummm.” I run a hand through my hair and squeeze the back of my neck. “It’s new.”
I’d say that about sums it up. It’s only been two days since Avery agreed to fake date me, and three days since I kissed her and started the whole Cramington mess.
“Funny. I didn’t think Avery was your type.” Tag looks at me expectantly, picking up the uneaten half of his turkey sandwich and taking a large bite.
“My type? What does that mean?” I snap, my fists clenching on my lap. Still, Tag doesn’t react. He just stares at me from the side of the sofa, and I have to force myself to relax.
He’s baiting me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to give him the reaction I’m sure he wants.
“Smart.” Tag grins at me momentarily before taking another bite of his sandwich. “You know she has a baby, right?”
“Did you think I forgot?”
He raises a brow and wipes his face with the back of his hand. “Seems awfully messy for a playboy like you. You don’t like complications. Or strings. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you spending the entire night with a girl.”
He’s right, I haven’t, but he doesn’t need to know that. “People can change. You changed.”
“Not easily.”
“Just spit it out, Tag. We have a game to watch.”
“Avery’s a nice girl who’s been fucked over by one too many hockey players, and she doesn’t need another one playing with her emotions. Being a single mom is hard enough. My mom wasn’t the best, but I saw how much of a struggle it was for her to raise two kids alone. I’d hate to see her get attached to someone like you only to get her heart broken. Again. Then Remington would have to kick your ass, and I’d hate for them to trade him for beating up another teammate.”
My jaw tightens, and I take a deep breath. Rhett won’t be the one traded off the team, I will. And yeah, Avery is a nice girl who deserves fucking everything.
