Page 109 of Breaking Point
“I’ve never seen such a public claiming before.” She fans her face. “Damn, that was hot. I’m going to ask Asher to do something similar.”
I snicker. “Oh, I bet he’s going tolovethat.”
“Being compared to another man?” She winks. “Men love that, don’t they?”
“You’re evil!” I tease.
She shrugs innocently. “I certainly keep him on his toes.”
The bar suddenly fills with loud laughter and cheers, announcing the arrival of the team. Grayson, Asher, and Kieran come into view, the first locking eyes on me instantly. Asher’s gaze is laser-focused as well, lingering over my shoulder on Cindy who is about to give him hell.
Matteo and Caleb trail behind the trio, lost in conversation and wholly unaware of the females staring at them. Although maybe they aren’t oblivious, just ignoring the attention, because at the last second Matteo turns his gaze on someone.
Asher slides his large frame into the booth with grace, his wet blond hair dripping. A smirk tips up the corner of his lips as he kisses Cindy with abandon.
Everyone is in high spirits from the win. The bar’s energy is palpable tonight, packed to the brim with fans, locals, and of course, Colorado IceHawks players.
Grayson’s grinning from ear to ear as he makes his way toward me.
Until he freezes on the spot, his grin morphing into a frown. “What is that?”
Mirroring his frown, I ask, “What is what?”
His nose scrunches up like he smelled something bad. Pointing to my chest, he says, “That.”
I look down at myself. “A jersey?” I guess. I hope he’s pointing to it and not my body.
His eyes narrow as Matteo and Caleb slide into the booth, bickering back and forth like siblings. Until they fall into silence at Grayson’s look too.
“Whose jersey are you wearing?”
“Oh boy,” Kieran mutters as he steps into view.
Matteo snickers. “I hope it’s mine.”
Grayson cuts a glare in his direction, halting Matteo and Caleb’s deep chuckles.
“Whose jersey number are you wearing?” he repeats.
Now my furrow is turning into a full-blown scowl. “Jersey number?”
Cindy bursts into a fit of giggles, alongside the men seated at the booth.
“Cindy,” Grayson groans.
“Yes?” she says innocently.
“Is this your doing?”
She clicks her tongue. “Nope, this one is solely on Bella.”
I roll my eyes and huff. “Just get on with whatever I’ve done.”
“Stand up.”
“No, I’m not a dog.”
Kieran howls beside Grayson, tears lining his eyes at how hard he laughs.
