Page 57 of Three Pucks and a Baby

A triumphant look flashed in Theo’s eyes. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“But at the same time, I do feel a little awkward.”

Doing a little spin at the stove, Grayson said, “Is it because of the apron?”

A laugh burst from my lips. “Yep. It’s the apron.”

Theo rolled his eyes while Grayson swayed his bare ass at me. “I swear I can feel a draft,” he mused.

“You’re so bad,” I snorted.

Holding out the spatula, Grayson waggled his brows. “Then come punish me.”

With a grin, I said, “It’s very tempting, but I am late for work.”

He gave me his best puppy dog facepout. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m sorry.” After grabbing my purse off the table, I then started for the door.

When I reached for the handle, Theo’s voice stopped me. “No goodbye kiss?”

His words froze me on the spot. In my head, I chanted,Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around.

“Uh, I need to go,” I said to the door.

At the feel of Theo’s hand on my shoulder, I jumped. I squealed as he whirled me around to face him. “Were you going to go without a kiss?”

“It’s not that I didn’t want one. It’s just…”

“What?”

“I don’t trust myself.”

Theo’s eyes glittered with lust. “Do you think if you kiss us, we’re going to ravage you again?”

I swallowed hard. “It’s more thatI’mafraid I’ll ravageyou.”

As Theo sucked in a harsh breath, Grayson muttered, “Fucking hell.”

“So, I better go. Okay?”

A low growl rumbled through Theo’s bare chest. “For now.”

Although I nodded my head, somehow I didn’t believe myself. Despite the amazing experience I’d had with the guys, I didn’t think I could see them again.

Unlike when I was their age, I knew who I was at thirty. I wasn’t someone who could do no-strings-attached sex more than once. I always caught feelings.

And even in our short time together, I could see myself falling for them. Since I knew I was only a piece in their superstition chess game, I had to protect myself.

Before Theo and Grayson could argue with me to stay, I quickly slipped out the door. I hightailed it down the walkway as fast as I could.

When I got to my car, I dialed Carlee. “Hey, I’m running late. Can you cover for me?”

She snorted. “You’re joking, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

“You’relate?” she repeated.

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