Page 33 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

The Grady brothers were here too, along with Aurora, and from the way they were sizing up the lanes, they had every intention of putting up a fight.

But the real wildcard?

The lumberjacks.

“Since when do the damn lumberjacks bowl?” I muttered, watching Garrett Wolfe roll his shoulders like he was about to step into a boxing ring.

Kai huffed out a quiet laugh. “Since Asher heard there was a cash prize at the end of the year.”

I looked over at Asher, who was leaning against the ball return, grinning like he’d already won.

His brother Beckett, on the other hand, stood a little apart from the crowd, arms crossed, expression stoic.

Typical.

Just as I lined up my shot and gripped the bowling ball, the noise in the alley shifted.

A ripple of attention pulled toward the entrance, murmurs passing between the crowd like a slow-building wave.

I kept my focus on the pins, blocking it out.

Didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except nailing this frame.

Jaxon had already thrown a strike, and I wasn’t about to let that cocky bastard get ahead.

I exhaled slowly, set my stance, and just as I stepped forward…

Adam let out a low whistle.

“Damn, sugar, you clean up nice.”

My grip faltered.

My step stuttered.

And then, like some cruel, slow-motion disaster, my wrist twisted just enough to send the ball veering wildly off course.

It smacked into the gutter with a heavy thud.

Silence.

Then a burst of laughter from Jaxon.

“Well, damn,” he called out. “Didn’t know you were the type to choke under pressure, Samuel.”

I ground my teeth, slowly turning toward the source of my distraction.

And there she was.

Sadie.

I had seen her every damn day for the past few weeks.

I’d watched her hold her own in the kitchen, spar with Adam, and roll her eyes at Kai’s quiet smirks.

I had seen her hair tied back, sleeves rolled up, sweat beading at her temples as she worked beside us.

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