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Jordan gives an appreciative smile and relaxes into me, and I dip my chin and bite her shoulder. She blushes and smacks my leg.
“Camden! Don’t bite her!” my mom scolds.
“What?She likes it!”
Chicken Salad trots over, wagging her tail like we’re about to start playing. Jordan covers her reddening face. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” She apologizes for my public display of affection.
“I’m not sorry.” I tighten my forearm around her and haul her back.
My mom smirks. “It’s okay, his stepdad’s a biter too.”
“Eugh!” My lip curls in disgust. “Jesus fuck, Mom! Don’t say shit like that!”
Jordan cackles.
“Well, good! I hope you’re as uncomfortable as your poor girlfriend. Sorry, Jordan, I tried.”
“Thank you, Linda!”
“Okay, I think we’re done here.”
She rolls her eyes. “Your sisters are right, you love to dish it out, but you can’t take it.”
“Yeah, do me a favor and tell Alexis I pissed in her shampoo in seventh grade after she filled my conditioner with Nair.” I had the best hockey hair on the peewee team until that point.
Jordan’s jaw drops.
“Cam!” Mom gasps. “That better not be true.”
I neither confirm nor deny.I totally did though.
“By the way, we’re having dinner when Jordan’s parents return to the States. I’ll send you an invite when I have a date.”
“That sounds nice, I look forward to it.”
“Yup! Love you! Bye!”
My mom laughs and shakes her head. I blow her a kiss and toss my phone across me onto the sofa and kick my feet up. “There, now thatthat’sover with, we can get back to what we were doing earlier.”
“What were we doing earlier?”
“I don’t remember.” I pull her on top of me and smile against her lips. “But probably sex.”
49
My hands are shaking. I received an email from Bryan this morning with an attached document. It’s the financial funding approval he received to move forward with his offer to purchase the Minnesota Lakes franchise for one-point-one billion.
I’ve grown up around corporate contracts all my life and worked with them at H&H. It’s legit. Bryan’s dad is the billionaire, not Bryan. And I doubt Mr. Davenport would buy a team. That’s not his style. I’m not sure how the hell he managed this, but I have an idea.
I fumble with my phone, loading up a call recording app before I dial his number.
“Miss me?” His voice makes my skin crawl. I noticed the other day his voice was slightly different. He probably had dental work done after Cam knocked his tooth out. Hearing the new whistle-lisp he’s gained is the only silver lining of this phone call.
“No.”
“Well, considering you’re calling me, I’m guessing thishas something to do with me becoming the next owner of the Lakes hockey team. Have you told Camden yet? I’d love to tell him myself.”
“How the hell did you even swing this? One-point-one billion?”
