Page 93 of Sin Bin Daddies
Leo sighs, rolling the glass between his palms. “Right.” He exhales slowly. “I got divorced?—”
Madeline stills.
“Her name was Elena. The divorce was not pretty,” Leo says. His voice is rough, edged with something bitter.
Then he tells us everything—how ugly it got, the alimony he’s paying, the whispered promise that if he sticks with the Icemen long enough, he could get a shot at taking over as head coach one day.
And the very, very strict rules that prohibit sex with fellow employees.
By the time he’s done, the weight of it all hangs thick in the air.
“Shit,” I mutter, running a hand over my jaw.
His throat bobs. “Yeah.”
Madeline stays quiet, her expression unreadable.
Ford crosses his arms. “So what?”
Leo’s jaw tightens. “So… if this gets out”—he gestures between himself and Madeline—“it could be the final nail in my career.”
I lean against the counter, watching him. “You weren’t worried about that when you were with her before.”
His gaze flicks to me. “Before, I thought it was a one-night stand. That was all it was supposed to be. She hadn’t even joined the team. Then it got complicated really quickly.”
Madeline shifts on her feet. “Leo…”
His expression softens. “I know, Maddie. I know you didn’t want this.”
Beside me, Ford doesn’t move, but I can feel the shift in his energy. A quiet, steady presence.
Madeline rubs her temples, exhaling slowly. “I don’t know what to say.”
Ford’s voice is low. “Then don’t say anything.”
She blinks at him.
He holds her gaze. “Whatever you want, Maddie. We’ll go along with it.”
Her eyes dart between the three of us—conflicted, unsure. For the first time since we walked in, she looks lost.
Leo exhales hard, gripping the edge of the counter like he needs to physically ground himself. His knuckles go white. His jaw flexes.
“I tried to stop,” he admits, voice rough. “Tried to keep my distance. Told myself it was a mistake.” He drags a hand down his face, shaking his head. “But I can’t stop myself, Madeline.”
Her breath catches.
“I want you,” he says, voice low, wrecked. “And I know this is messy. I know it’s complicated. But I don’t fucking care anymore.”
Madeline sways slightly, like his words knock the air out of her.
I watch her closely, my stomach tightening. Ford’s watching too, and I know him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders. Like he’s waiting for something to snap.
Leo takes a step closer, his control visibly unraveling.
“This is going to blow up in my face, isn’t it?” He laughs, but it’s not amused. It’s resigned. “I’m your boss. I’m your coach. I just got divorced. Everything about this is a bad idea.”
“I thought you said it took a long time to recover from your breakup. How recent is this divorce?” Madeline whispers.
