Page 61 of Make the Play

Charlie shrugs a shoulder with a knowing smile. “I’d say get a room, but apparently one wedding suite was enough.”

Lulu hums. “We’re definitely not the target audience forthatlevel of PDA.”

I sit back fast, yanking away from Chase like I’ve been burned. But he just stretches an arm across the back of the booth and smirks, fingers grazing my shoulder like he hasn’t just lit my nervous system on fire.

The conversation shifts as someone says something about Gary’s jukebox being stuck in the early 2000s, and Logan launches into a passionate defense of Nickelback. But I don’t hear a word of it.

Instead, I lean toward Chase, just enough to murmur, “You’re not slick, you know.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, doesn’t even look at me.

“No,” he says quietly, voice like smoke, “but I knowyouare.”

My pulse goes haywire, so I take a slow sip of my drink. I smile sweetly, pretending I’m unaffected as I reach across him to grab a fry off his plate. As I do so, I drag my hand over his lap, slow enough to make sure he feels it. Right over the very obvious boner straining against the front of his pants.

Chase jolts like I zapped him, his breath hitching.

“Brat.”

I pop the fry in my mouth and smirk. “Just helping you feel seen.”

He leans in, mouth by my ear. “Keep doing shit like that and this whole bar’s gonna see the extent of what I’m willing to do to you in public.”

I don’t have time to dwell on the feeling brewing low in my stomach at those words, because Logan drops lazily into a chair,back from the bar. “Alright, since we’re all here, I think it’s time we discuss something important.”

Eli groans immediately, and Chase tenses next to me. “We're not talking about this.”

My eyes narrow as I look between them. “We’re not talking aboutwhat?”

“These idiots and their attempt at PR,” Reid offers from his spot at the end.

I’m immediately on alert. If these fuckers are attempting any kind of PR stunts related to the team without telling me, it’ll already be a nightmare—specificallymynightmare.

“What did you do?”

“We decided that our new power couple needed a proper couple’s name.”

Charlie snorts, and Tamara’s face lights up.

Lulu tilts her head, considering Logan. “So, what’s their couple name, then?”

Logan looks back at her, momentarily lost for words, and I can only assume it’s because he’s suddenly got the full attention of the beautiful Tallulah Parnell.

My eyes dart to Jake, who leans forward like he’s about to unveil the best secret known to man.

“Chaz.”

“I beg your fucking pardon?”

“Chaz,” Logan repeats, delighted. “The official power couple name of Chase and Zoe.”

I whip my head toward Chase. “You let them call us that?!”

Chase glares at Jake. “I didn’tletanyone do anything. This idiot suggested it, and then Logan and Hutch—”

“Hutchy?!” I whip my head to the silent, grumpy goalie. “You created this?”

Dry as ever, he looks up from his beer. “I co-signed it. Didn’t create it.”

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