Page 30 of Pucking Tangled
“Found her!” Casey called out, rushing over and picking her up in a hug like they hadn’t seen each other in years. He spun her around three times while Skeeter danced around them, barking and yipping at the excitement.
“Put. Me. Down,” she giggled and smacked his shoulders. “Did you even shower before you came home?”
“We left before the rest of the team. We were all eager to get home to you,” he confessed.
Owen smiled at her when Casey set her back on the ground. “How was it without us here?”
“Peaceful,” she teased. “No parties. No loud boys hanging around.”
He snorted. “Nice. Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Well, fellas, welcome home. I have some studying to do, so I’m just going to go to my room and let you guys get settled.”
Luca rounded the corner and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before playfully bumping into her. “Hey, Mia.”
She gasped when she got a good look at his face. “Luca! Your eye!”
“Owen didn’t say anything about fighting on the ice.” He smirked. “At least I didn’t lose a tooth.”
Mia saw the scuffle on TV but didn’t realize the Firebirds’ center got such a good hit in.
She shook her head. “Boys will be boys, I suppose.”
“I think I’m going to go sit in the hot tub for a while. My whole damn body aches,” Luca said.
“Wait until you’re my age,” Owen said with a snort.
Casey barked out a laugh. “You’re not even thirty yet, old man.”
“And you have a personal masseuse.” Luca nodded toward Casey.
“Okay. I’ll just see myself out now.” Mia rolled her eyes and made a beeline out of the kitchen before she lost all common sense with thoughts of Luca’s ripped body in the hot tub and Casey rubbing down Owen.
“Catch you later?” Luca called after her.
“Yeah. You know me, I’ll be around,” she called over her shoulder.
She was almost to her room when the bathroom door that separated her room from Waylon’s opened. Steam billowed out into the hallway, and the devil himself emerged wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
The bowl with Mia’s lunch in it clattered to the floor.
Their text exchanges played on a loop in her head, taunting her.
Hell, if she was being honest, all of the guys' messages had her feeling off balance and confused.
“Shit,” she cursed and knelt down to pick up the bigger pieces. At least the bowl wasn’t glass and the floor was hardwood. A quick sweep and wet mop and the mess would be good as new. So much for lunch, though.
“You scared the crap out of me.”
“Don’t blame me.” He squatted down to help her.
“Rule number 1. Addendum 2…where is your shirt?” Mia looked up, meaning to glare at him, but caught an eyeful of what Waylon was hiding under his towel. She quickly averted her gaze as her cheeks heated.
No wonder the man was so damn…cocky.
“No one wears shirts in the shower, Mia.”
“I…uh…I…should go get something to get all the…”
