Page 80 of Skate the Line

Marco makes a noise, and I’m pretty sure it means he agrees.

“I’ll let you borrow the tapes from my babushka.”

I snap my head to her. “Your what?”

She giggles. “My nana. Babushka is nana in Russian, Sunny!” She shakes her head. “Youdoneed my tapes.”

I’m still laughing when we pull up in front of the house. Marco, the gentleman he is, always walks us to the door when Rhodes isn’t there to greet us. After we both give him a quick hug, we head inside and lock the door. I finally glance at my phone and see a calendar notification.

Ellie is placing our shoes in their rightful spot when I swipe up and see an added event from Rhodes.

Calendar notification: Date

He has a date?

I huff.

Is he serious? We just had the conversation yesterday, and he’s already taking advantage of it?

Wait, who cares?It’s a Saturday evening. I’d already told him I’d get Ellie to bed after the game so he could do his post-interview in peace without having to worry about her being near the cameras. It was nice for me not to worry about being in front of cameras too, actually.

I click my phone off and smile at Ellie. “What do you say we have our own movie night? I’ll introduce you to Oscar.”

Her eyes grow large. “Right now?”

I nod. “Your dad will be at the rink for a while.”Rink…in between some woman’s legs…“And it’s the weekend. No school tomorrow.”

Ellie squeals. “I’ll get the blankets!”

I mimic my cute little bestie. “And I’ll get the popcorn!”

Twenty-Eight

RHODES

Something is seriouslywrong with me.

My hands rest on the woman’s hips as she crawls on top of me, yet I can’t fucking concentrate on the way she’s pressing her lips to my neck and making these sounds like she’s seconds from coming.

“Is everything okay?” She pulls back slightly and pouts.

She sits on my lap, and my dick is barely hard.Well, this is fucking embarrassing.

It’s not her.

It’s me.

She’s decent enough. Pretty face, nice curves, blonde hair that is pulled to one side, showing off her slender neck.

I’m more of a brunette kind of guy, but considering I haven’t fucked someone in close to a year, you’d think I’d be able to move past it.

A thought enters my head like alightbulb—abrightone—and I grind my teeth.

Get the fuck out of my head, Sunny.

Her brown hair is rich and thick. I bet my fingers would get buried in the strands as I pulled on them.

My hands squeeze the woman’s hips. “I have to go.”

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