Page 74 of Three Pucks and a Baby

“I’m sorry,” I replied when I eased her onto her feet. Giving her my best puppy dog expression, I added, “I was just so excited by the prospect of touching you again.”

With a shy smile, she replied, “It’s not your fault.” After bringing a hand to her forehead, she replied, “I’ve been getting really dizzy lately.”

“You just need more protein,” I teased.

Bennett groaned behind us. “Please tell me your game ain’t so bad that you’re about to try to make a dick/protein joke?”

I chuckled. “Maybe.”

After bestowing a kiss on Vivian’s cheek, I eased back to make way for the others. Theo had caught up to us now, but it didn’t matter since Bennett threw an arm around Vivian’s shoulder, drawing her against him. “How have you been, Pretty Woman?”

Vivian nibbled her lip anxiously. “Fine. And you?”

“Busy dividing my time between here and The Dive.”

Seeming distracted, Vivian only nodded absently. She then eyed the three of us. “Is there somewhere more private we can go to talk?”

My heart leaped into my throat. Closing my eyes in exaggerated bliss, I said, “Please tell me that’s a code for us hooking up again?”

“Way to be obvious, Gray,” Theo grumbled.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking it,” I protested

Theo’s eyes narrowed on Vivian. “Of course I was.”

“Same here,” Bennett added while winking at Vivian.

Her cheeks bloomed under the heat of our stares. “No. It’s just to talk.”

“Fuck that’s disappointing,” I mused good-naturedly.

“Sorry,” Vivian replied.

“We could use the film room,” Bennett suggested.

Taking Vivian by the hand, I tugged her away from Bennett. “Why don’t I lead the way?”

“Okay.”

While Bennett fell in step with us, Theo remained behind us, silently scowling at Vivian. I couldn’t imagine why he was still so pissed when she was here with us. I shot him a look to knock it off, but he ignored me.

To try and lighten the mood, I said, “We’re having a hell of a season.”

Vivian’s downcast face brightened. “I know.”

With a grin, I said, “Let me guess. Your dad has been reporting back to you.”

She smiled. “Of course.”

I wagged my brows teasingly. “It must be hard not telling him the part you’ve played in our success.”

“Grayson!” she replied while swatting my arm.

Always the gentleman, Bennett suggested, “Let us get him some front-row tickets.”

“He would love that. Thank you.”

Bennet flashed her a pleased smile. “Anytime.”

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