Page 120 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“It’s just life,” I say with a shrug.
“Yeah, I guess. I’m not ready for that shit yet, though.”
“You say that like I was,” I mutter.
He rubs the back of his neck in thought. “No, I guess you weren’t.”
“Best thing that ever happened to me, though. My girl’s?—”
“She’s fucking awesome,” he says with a smile.
I love how much my teammates care for my daughter. They haven’t spent all that much time with her, but it doesn’t matter. She’s just as much a part of the Vipers family as I am.
“Yeah,” I say with a laugh. “She really is.”
“You’ve done a solid job,” he states.
“Doing my best, man.”
I am. I’m trying really fucking hard to give Sutton the best start in life. It’s not easy when I’m away for half of the year, but…I’m doing my best.
“What’s that?” Linc says as he walks into our hotel room ahead of me just over thirty minutes later.
He bends down and swipes something from the floor beneath my bed.
Panic shoots through my veins.
Casey’s panties.
I stuffed them under the mattress for later…
If he’s found them?—
“A...keycard?” I don’t mean for it to come out as a question, and he frowns in response.
“No, it’s a fucking chicken. What does it look like?” He rolls his eyes, looking at me like I’m an idiot.
“Alright,” I mutter, moving closer to my bed when he backs toward his.
“Is it yours?” he inquires.
“Uh…n-no, I don’t think so.”
“Well, is yours in your pocket?”
I pat my slacks. The temptation to lie is strong.
“Yeah, mine is here,” I say, pulling it free and holding it up.
“Huh. Weird.”
My heart is like a runaway train in my chest.
He doesn’t know.
How could he?
My fingers twitch with the need to pull that pair of panties from the bed.
