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“And second off, I find it beyond horrifyin’ that a crowd of people can jus’ stand by and do absolutely nothin’ when a woman is screamin’ at the top of her lungs that some stranger ran off with her child.”
I can’t stop my jaw from landing in my lap. “Ohmygod, what?!”
“And lastly, I may very well be up past midnight wrappin’ you and the girls Christmas gifts.”
“You bought them more stuff?!” Disbelief ceaselessly circles around my expression. “We agreed no more presents!”
“No…” A loving finger is gestured in my direction. “Yousaid no more presents. I just didn’t bother arguin’.”
“Or agreeing apparently.”
The wink I’m shot has me rolling my eyes in annoyance.
Ugh.
This is absolutely one of those, pick your fucking battle moments, which isn’t fair considering I want to have all three conversations.Butif I use a little bit of behavioral analysis here, I can eliminate the one regarding gifts because chances are he felt compelled to makeup his absence to our daughters in the holiday fashion and then – statistically speaking – the chances of his puck bunny loving brotheractuallybeing into anything other than his own shiny reflection for longer than a season are astronomically low, which leaves only the one topic to truly touch on.
An endangered child.
“Was it a boy or girl you rescued?”
“A boy.”
Knowing the memories, it most likely conjured up has my hand landing lovingly onto his thigh. “What was his name?”
“Oakley.” Slater’s demeanor immediately softens under my touch. “OakleyStastney.” His hand lands on top of mine. “About the same age as our girls.”
“Stastney…” the name for some reason has me mindlessly repeating it. “Stastney… Stastney…like…Jake Stastney?!” As soon as the full extent of the realization hits me, my entire spine straightens. “Like Kolby’s fucking teammate Stastney?! Did you rescue his teammate’s kid?!”
“I did.” His slow nodding is discomforting. “And while I did that, he might’ve taken protectin’ his teammate’s ex wife a littletoofar.”
My eyes get so wide they practically bump into the edge of my circle, gold rim glasses. “Nooooo…”
“Yeah.”
“There are rules against that!”
“I know.”
“Like actual player conductruleson most teams!”
“I know.”
“Not to mention the unspoken one!”
“Trust me, Angel Cake.” He tosses me a slightly concerned expression. “I. Know.”
Silently gawking is the only thing I’m capable of.
“I will say this.” Cowboy smoothly changes lanes, blue wording settling itself on the dashboard in front of him. “I have never seen my little brother look atanyoneoranythingthe way he looks at that woman.”
“Not even new 3Ps?”
“Not even new fuckin’ 3Ps, Angel Cake.”
Wow.
For a guy like him that screams volumes.
