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Grumpy: You don’t need to be thinking about that loser at all. Don’t worry, sis, we’ll figure this out. Heath and I have your back no matter what. Tell him you’re open to talking but you want to meet in person at a public place. Or you come to my place. I’m not risking your safety and putting you in a private setting with him.
Sunshine: Let me know if there’s anything I can do.
Me: Love you, guys.
Grumpy: Love you, too.
Sunshine: Marriage really is making you soft.
Grumpy: I don’t love you.
Sunshine: That hurts. It really does. Love you, Avery. Let me know if you need anything.
They may not be able to keep a conversation on track to save their lives, but they’re the best brothers I could ask for. Even though I hate relying on their protection after all these years, I feel so much better knowing they have my back.
Me: Let me know when you’re going to be in Nashville, and we can meet somewhere.
Unknown: I’ll be there in about two weeks. Name the place and I’ll be there.
Two weeks?
That’s not… I pull up the Devil’s schedule because I haven’t been paying a lick of attention, and sure enough, the game Gloria and I will be going to is against LA.
Things are about to get real fucking interesting.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
I’d love to say I know what I’m doing, but that would be a fucking lie.
This is why I love hockey so much. Everything is black and white. There are rules and consequences.
You get a penalty, you spend time in the sin bin, and then you’re back out on the ice. You have an injury, you go to therapy. Your shooting is off, you do drills.
There’s an answer for everything.
My life used to be like that too, until I let my agent talk me into this arrangement with Avery. An arrangement that’s starting to feel less fake by the day, and I know it’s all my fault. I kissed her. I put my hands on her. I stripped her bare, licked her until she came all over my face, and then fucked us both into exhaustion.
Before this whole charade, I’d have never messed around with someone I was friends with, let alone my teammate’s little sister.
Broke that rule.
I’d alsoneverspent the night, or even stuck around for a second round.
Broke that rule, too.
I meant what I said though. One night with her isn’t nearly enough, and I’ll set that rule book on fire if it means I get to spend every night with her until our arrangement ends.
I have until the end of the year to show her how she should be treated, how she should be fucked, and then she’ll be free to find the family man who will be there for her and Mason.
The guy who will warm her bed at night, cook dinner with her, kiss Mason’s bumps and bruises, be her support through the tough times, and her cheerleader through the good times.
A stab of something resembling jealousy shoots straight through me, but that’s not me.
I don’t get jealous. I don’t get attached. Avery is not mine. She deserves to find happiness, and the only way she’s going to get her happy ending is with someone else.
It doesn’t matter if I want to rip the next guy to touch her limb from limb.
I’m not the one for her.
