Page 59 of Not the Puck Bunny

“Keep it,” I said. “I have plenty of them. And I just happen to know a place where I could get more.”

Like the rest of the team, I had a closet full of Sea Dragons merchandise, from sweatshirts, to T-shirts, track pants and even socks. Not to mention several caps in various colors. Wherever we went, we were a walking endorsement for our team.

“Me too,” she said. “But they don't offer very much in green. I might have to talk to someone about that.”

“That's a terrible oversight.” I rinsed the sponge under the faucet until it was clear of flour. “I knew the previous owner wasn't doing right by us, but I had no idea how deep it went.”

She laughed. “I don't think it was all bad. The team is a good one, we just need to tweak a few things. Hiring your sister was the start of that. I also want to bring in some more trainers for gym workouts. For other staff as well as the players. And replace the broken equipment in there.”

“We'd appreciate that,” I said. “Having to share three treadmills when the other three don't work kinda sucks.”

She frowned. “How long have they not worked?”

I shrugged. “As long as I've been with the team. We're used to it by now.”

“You shouldn't have to be,” she said. “I'll get onto that. And finding somewhere for a daycare. That should have been a thing a long time ago too.”

“The staff will love that,” I agreed. Now I was picturing us both dropping off our kids in the daycare, while we went to work in other parts of the building.

One thing at a time, I told myself.

“I've ordered cupcakes and pizza,” I said. “They should be here right after I have a shower. Make yourself comfortable.” I waved at the sectional in front of the huge projector screen.

Her being here, in my apartment, felt right. Like she lived here already. I wanted her to. I wanted to wake up to her every morning, and hold her in my arms every night.

I didn't know when it happened, but I'd fallen in love with Andi Welling.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Andi

“You two are so cute together,”Rafe whispered loudly as he opened the door to let Cam and me inside. “It's about time too. I've been shipping both of you since, I don't know, it feels like forever.” He waved his hand vaguely and closed the door behind us.

I turned my face to speak over my shoulder to Cam. “I think he means a week or two.”

“Don't make me kick you out,” Rafe said. He rolled his eyes playfully and gestured towards the media room at the back of his and Jacoby's apartment.

“He wouldn't dare,” I said to Cam.

“I would dare,” Rafe retorted. “But we've been looking forward to your company, right Jacoby?”

“Absolutely.” Jacoby rolled past us in his wheelchair and stopped in his favorite spot near the front of the room. On his lap, he had two big bowls of popcorn. One of which he handed to me and the other to Rafe. To Cam, he offered his hand. “Nice to meet you. Rafe's told me you're a decent guy.”

Cam shook his hand and smiled. “I like to think I'm decent.”

“What Jacoby means is we both watch out for Andi,” Rafe said. “If we didn't think you were good enough for her, we wouldn't have invited you here tonight.” He placed his bowl of popcorn down and grabbed a few bottles of beer out of the fridge at the side of the room.

“It's good to know people have her back.” Cam accepted a beer and slid into a seat. “If I wasn't good enough for her, I wouldn't have come.”

Rafe snorted.

Jacoby grinned. “I appreciate a man who has confidence in himself,” the dark-haired man said. “It's one of the things I like the most about Rafe. He knows who he is and he doesn't give a shit what anyone else thinks.”

“Hell yeah, I don't,” Rafe held up his beer to toast us. “The day you open the window and let your last fuck fly free, isthe best day ever.”

Maybe I should try to open a few more windows. I had too many fucks still living in captivity. It was time I let them go, to be the wild fucks they were always meant to be. The worst thing humans ever did was try to domesticate the fuck. Poor things deserved to be out there, living their best lives. Not hanging around our necks like a dead weight.

“I know I promised aStar Trekmarathon,” Rafe said, “So I can educate you Philistines. But Jacoby and I got to talking and we decided on something else.”

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