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He relieved her of the baskets. “Yeah, I can see how that would be difficult in a food truck.”
Preoccupied with chewing, she could only say, “Hey, I can’t live off doughnuts and churros.”
“And the food truck next to you? What does it sell?”
Finally, she swallowed. “Have you seen the lines for my desserts?”
“Hey. I’m Lou.” She hadn’t paid attention to his friend until the man reached out a hand.
“Sorry. Hi. I’m Grace.” She glanced down at her chest to see crumbs. “I’m a baker.”And that explains tortilla chip crumbs how?
“It’s very nice to meet you.” His grip was warm and firm. “Are you a Dupree?”
“Oh, no. I’m a friend. In town for the festival.” She gestured to the cabin. “Jaime’s letting me stay here.” And tonight, if they were on the same page, he’d let her swallow his cock.
Her cheeks flamed as if the man could read her thoughts.
Hey, I’ve finally had good sex. Excuse me for being a little preoccupied.
“Nice,” Lou said.
She got a little flustered. Was he talking about the blow job?
Thankfully, Jaime saved her. “She runs a food truck at the festival. Two of my Juniors are suspended, so they’re going to earn their way back to the team by helping out the community.”
She was grateful for the moment to get her head back on straight. “That’s me. I’m the community.”
“When are you going to stop by the rink to talk to the guys?” Jaime asked.
“Morning is best for me, but I don’t want to interrupt practice.”
“They’re not on the ice. They’re doing laundry and cleaning out lockers.”
“You’re making teenage boys do laundry for their teammates?” Lou asked. “Hardass.”
“If they want to be good players, they’ve got to learn self-control.”
“Can’t argue with that.” Lou smiled at her. “So, Grace. Where you from?”
“Rhode Island. Have you ever been to Duff Island?”
“Can’t say that I have. You live on an island?”
“Yep. That’s my life. Beaches, umbrella drinks, and flip-flops.”
“And you’ve traded it for mountains, a sloshy, and hiking boots?” Lou asked.
“For a few months anyway.”
“You’d never know it.” He gestured to her jean shorts, Lorelei Calloway T-shirt, and kitchen clogs.
She wanted to die. These gorgeous men—and given Lou’s physique, she assumed he played on the Renegades—radiated badass energy, while she stood there with beans in her teeth and reeking of churros.
“Well, I should get in.”I need a shower, a gallon of water, and a power nap.“By the way, what’s a sloshy?”
“It’s an alcoholic smoothie,” Jaime said.
“You’ve never had one?” Lou seemed surprised.
