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"You didn’t get the girl and never got over it." I pop a shoulder. "But I’m not in the running for the girl at all, and don’t intend to be."
"If you say so," Edward says in a tone that he thinks I'll interpret as agreeable, but instead, ends up sounding condescending.
I roll the tape and throw it in the basket against the wall. "Fuck, Priest, I can do without you getting on my balls."
"I’d rather not be acquainted with that part of your anatomy. And you trying to convince us or yourself?"
"Hear, hear," Sinclair murmurs.
"And the lot of you call yourself my friends?"
"Oh, we’re barely getting started," a new voice sounds, then JJ Kane draws abreast. He slaps me on the back, and I stumble. Asshole’s a giant of a man, almost as tall as me, "almost" being the operative word. He’s built, and the silver at his temples only adds to his charm. It’s no wonder his son’s ex-girlfriend fell for him.
"The fuck you doing here?" I growl.
"Heard you were going to take on men half your age; thought you could do with some advice."
"Fuck no. This is hockey we’re talking about. Not affairs of the heart."
"You sure?" He stabs his thumb over his shoulder.
I glance over to find Giorgina gliding in. Next to her is Finn Ashford. Finn was my partner on the last security assignment we undertook. He’s an ex-NHL player who left in disgrace a year ago. It’s no secret he wants to make a comeback. He’s also my first pick for the team.
Finn says something, Giorgina places her hand on his arm, and he laughs. Her mouth is parted, her skin flushed. Today, she’s dressed in a dark-blue colored skirt that comes to mid-thigh, with a jacket that nips in at her tiny waist, and her usual six-inch-high heels, this time in a scarlet-red. With her blonde hair piled high on her head, and the specs she has on, she looks like sexy-librarian Barbie.
They stop midway across the floor. She thrusts out her hip and tips up her head, and the gesture is so confident, so fucking sexy, my dick instantly stands to attention. Then she rises up on tiptoe and kisses him on his cheek.What the fuck? Why are his hands on her hips?A hot sensation stabs my chest. My gaze narrows. All of my senses hone in on the man with her. In that moment, I don’t care that he’s a friend. That he’s someone I’ve trusted in the past like a brother. Or that he’s known to prefer men. All I know is that he has his hands all over her.
I take a step forward, but someone grips my shoulder. "Easy, Tiger, you don’t want to nip this relationship before it even starts," Edward murmurs.
I shake off his hand. "There is no relationship, so I have nothing to lose."
I close the distance between them, then grab Finn by his collar and haul him to the balls of his feet. "Welcome to the team, motherfucker."
6
Giorgina
One second, I’m talking to Finn; the next, a big growly presence looms over us. He grabs Finn by his collar and hauls him up to his toes. Finn’s no weakling. He’s at least six feet three inches, and all hulking shoulders and barrel chest, but in front of Rick’s thick muscular—and rage-consumed—body, he seems slender.
"Hello, douchebag. Clearly, your mood hasn’t improved since we last saw each other. Have you been getting any?" Finn shakes his head. "No? No wonder, you look like you have a stick stuck up your ass, you—"
"Shut the fuck up, man." In contrast to his body language, Rick’s voice is mild. He drags Finn to the side and away from me.
"Remember that fight you owe me?" He half hauls-half pulls Finn to the boxing ring in the center of the gym. "Now’s the time; I’m collecting."
He releases Finn and hauls himself up on the platform and under the ropes.
Finn looks up at him and smirks. "All you had to do was tell me to keep my hands off."
Rick scowls. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Me either." I walk toward them. The soles of my Jimmy Choo’s stick to the floor, and I try not to wince.
Before I can draw abreast with Finn, Rick holds out his arm. "Unless you’re chicken, Kilmer?”
Finn scoffs, "You know the answer to that." He grabs Rick’s hand and allows him to haul him up and onto the platform.
They pull on their gloves, and protective gear, then step into the ring. Rick throws up his fists.
