Page 10 of Pucking Tangled
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Mia
Her last lectureof the day ran over and judging by the cars in the driveway, she didn’t make it home before the guys like she planned. But she’d make up for it with a fully stocked pantry and homemade dinner tonight, before they had to leave for their first play-off away game stretch.
Who knew four grown men could go through so much food?
Before she could get out of the car, the side door flew open, and a shirtless Waylon stepped out with a bag of chips in his hand. She was beginning to wonder if he even owned a shirt.
“Casey, we’ve got company. I can’t be sure, but it looks like a Girl Scout!”
Mia slowly got out of her car, yanking her book bag over her shoulder. “Hey! Be a gentleman and help me with the groceries,” she said, popping the trunk.
Waylon grinned like a wolf. “Even worse. It’s our new roommate.”
Casey shoved past him, nearly tripping down the steps. “Ignore him. He’s just mad that Coach told him he needed to work on his footwork today.”
Waylon leaned against the railing, chewing loudly. “Still faster than a certain forward.”
“Still allergic to shirts, too?” Mia volleyed back, defending her best friend.
Behind them, the door opened again. “What’s up, roomie? Welcome home.”
“Hey, O.” She smiled back at him.
“Did someone say my name?” Luca stepped out and immediately took the bags Mia had in her hands.
“No one called you, Luca,” Waylon chuckled.
“Dude, seriously. Put the damn chips down and help with the groceries,” Mia huffed, brushing past him.
“It’s so sexy when you’re annoyed with me.” Waylon finally got his ass in gear and helped with the rest of the groceries.
Mia soaked it all in while the guys worked together to put everything away with the proficiency of a well-oiled machine. She shouldn’t be the least bit surprised. Their dynamic on the ice was fire. Why wouldn’t it be off the ice as well?
“Oh. You can leave the chicken out. I’m going to use that for dinner.”
Luca handed her the package of chicken breasts. “You know you didn’t really have to buy groceries. Or cook dinner.”
“I know. But, we needed a few things and I’ve been dying to try this new recipe, so I figured why not?”
“Sooo, uhm. Listen. We were thinking. You’ve been here a few days now and after our, uhm, party…we should probably have some house rules,” Owen spoke up, slapping a pen and a sheet of paper on the counter.
Rule number one was already written out and underlined three times.
1. No hook-ups with roommates.
Waylon quickly picked up the pen and added:
Unless you ask nicely.
“Wait, but you and Casey…” Luca pointed a finger at the only couple in the house.
“Not a hook-up.” Casey replied.
Mia rolled her eyes and stole the pen from Waylon. “This includes flirting, shirtless flexing, and making it awkward in shared spaces.”
Waylon snorted.
