Page 99 of Pucking Grey

“Spit it out, Madlibs.”

“Okay.” I suck in a breath and quickly glance at the top of the stairs. God, please put a stupid freaking shirt on, Grey. He’s beautiful shirtless and I hate it so much. “I really like him, dad.”

Grey glares at me, confused, and I gulp while my eyes dart around the kitchen.

My dad says, “So the fake dating story was real?”

I scoff. “Yeah. Why would I lie about that?”

He says, “I don’t know. I know you’re not a liar, but I knew you guys were crazy about each other. It was very apparent.”

“It was?” I blush, looking back up at Grey. His fingers are no longer together. His elbow is on the railing while his chin rests in his hand. I finally understand the termlooking like a snack.

My dad laughs. “Madison. This is not a shock to me. You’re my daughter. I know you better than anyone. So, you’re crazy about him?”

I smile and nod. “Yes.” My eyes lock with Greyson’s.

My dad says, “Okay. I don’t doubt your judgment. Your brother has told me the stories, and I don’t want my little girl getting hurt.”

“Dad,” I scold.

“But that’s all I’ll say. I trust your judgment.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. Grey is looking at me with concerned eyes, so I grab my coffee and take a sip. “I’m happy you answered.”

“Me too, sweetheart. I love you. Call me if you need anything. I’m always here for you.”

“Except during the Stanley Cup.”

He chuckles. “I’ll pretend you didn’t just say that.”

I laugh. “Okay, dad. That is all. I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He ends the call, so I grab Grey’s coffee mug and walk up the stairs. When he grabs the mug, we walk into my room. I shut the door behind me.

Grey asks, “So, you told your dad about us?”

I nod, taking a sip of my coffee. “Mhm.”

“What did he say?” he asks.

I press the back of my hand against my lips and say, “Mm. He wants me to break up with you this instant. Said he’s heard all the stories.”

Grey observes my face and then puts his coffee down on my dresser. “Has anyone told you that you’re a bad liar?” he whispers, slowly walking toward me.

I take a few steps back and then he grabs my coffee mug. He takes a sip and places the cup on the dresser.

“You’re a horrible liar, Madison Wilder.” When he looks into my eyes, my stomach twists. As I gulp, I glance down at his shirtless body. His morning abs are something else. “So, what am I going to do with you?”

I shrug, so he grabs my waist and lifts me up. I squeal under his fingers. The pressure tickles. My legs wrap around his hips.

Grey looks up at me as his hands travel up my shirt. “What did he say?” Grey asks again.

I tilt my head at him and smile. “He said he knew we were crazy about each other.”

Grey looks at my lips and then back to my eyes. “He said that?”

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