Page 24 of Three Pucks and a Baby

When he shot me a wtf look, I said, “Come on now. You know he wouldn’t say that to you.”

“Why not?”

“Because he respects you too much.”

“He should be that way with all women.”

“I’d have to say that most of the girls he comes in contact with don’t mind.”

Vivian wrinkled her nose. “Let me guess: puck bunnies?”

I laughed at her summation. “Pretty much. Although Theo is the kind of guy women always throw themselves at. It’s the whole elusive vibe he throws out.”

“Oh please. Like they don’t throw themselves at you too.”

“They do. But not as much.”

“Seriously? You’re just as handsome and sexy as he is.”

My eyes rolled back in exaggerated bliss. “You don’t know how much I love a woman to stroke my ego.”

“I’m serious, Grayson.”

“Fine. When it comes down to it, I’m a cinnamon roll.”

Vivian’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“You know, the ultimate good guy who is sweet, supportive, and kind.”

“I thought that was a Golden Retriever.”

“It is.”

She grinned. “Oh my God, I see it. You’re a total cinnamon roll.”

“It’s a curse really,” I teased.

Appearing contemplative, Vivian asked, “If you’re a cinnamon roll, what dessert is Theo?”

With a snort, I replied, “There’s not a dessert equivalent for him. He’s what they call the alpha asshole. You know, the strong, dominant, sometimes grumpy, cold guy.”

Vivian slowly nodded. “You’re right. That is Theo.”

“Deep down, he is a good guy. He’s been the best friend, roomie, and fellow teammate I could ever ask for.”

She grinned. “Now that was a total Golden Retriever guy comment.”

“Guilty. I’m loyal to a fault.”

“Don’t ever sell yourself short on that one. The world needs more Golden Retrievers than Dobermans.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“Now that I think about it, Theo not dancing makes perfect sense,” Vivian remarked.

“And how is that?”

“You can tell a lot about a man in the bedroom by the way they dance.”

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