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“Interesting place for lingerie, Walkie,” Cole commented, bending over and using a beef jerky stick to pick up a pair of black lacy panties. I blinked at them.
“I mean I knew you were a freak in the sheets, the nice ones always are, but the pantry? What would Mom say?” he drawled.
I scoffed, my cheeks burning, even though I knew his tour bus probably had to be scrubbed of DNA at the end of the tour because of all the tail he got after shows.
“Who was the lucky girl?” he asked, swinging the panties around on the tip of the beef jerky.
“Give me those.” I grabbed them and stuffed them in the trash.
“I’m going to get ready,” I called to him as I strode towards my room. “Please don’t eat that jerky.”
“I want names.”
I threw a middle finger over my shoulder and hid in my room.
I actually had no idea whose underwear those were. I’d been on a bit of a dry streak as of late. Watching your best friends with their soulmates would do that to you.
One night stands or trying with puck bunnies who were with me for all the wrong reasons wasn’t having quite the same effect as it used to.
And there was the whole Davis family curse thing. Parker and Cole swore it wasn’t true. But you couldn’t help but think about it when every male relative that you’d ever heard of had experienced it. That moment when they locked eyes with a special woman and they were instantly in love.
My phone buzzed, saving me from my fucking pathetic thoughts.
Ari: Blake just told me my dick looks bigger than normal. So we’re definitely going to win tonight.
Me: I didn’t want to hear that.
King Linc: What happened to not nutting before a big game?
Ari: Like you haven’t.
King Linc: …
Ari:…
Me: Again. I’m still here.
I snorted and went to take my pre-game shower where I decidedly was not going to nut.
Because it was a big game.
I was so glad that Cole couldn’t see me right now. I was a terrible dancer, first of all, and he’d be offended that I was dancing to Taylor Swift instead of one of his songs.
But he just didn't have that infectious beat.
Ari’s dance ritual got the team out of the funk they’d been in for the past hour and with one last “Cobras!”, it was game time.
Ari slapped me on the ass as we waited in the tunnel, preparing to skate out.
I winked at him. “I thought you said no ass tap tonight?” I snorted.
Ari rolled his eyes, pushing his dark hair out of his face and slamming on his helmet. “Tonight’s game is bigger than that, Disney,” he retorted, getting his game face on.
I nodded and got my head in the game.
We skated out for warm-ups and I took my customary loop around the ice, counting to sixty-five as I did so. It was a weird ritual I did every game, and everyone knew not to talk to me until I made it back to the goal. Then they just had to wait a few more minutes so I could do twenty up downs. And then I was ready.
Hey…it was only weird if it didn’t work. And it did work…like 75% of the time…at least this season.
