Page 106 of Slap Shot Scandal
You’ve got this, Steele.
The worst that can happen is too many people show up and we shut the party down early. No biggie.
I hurry into the house to change before more people show up, every nerve firing in anticipation of seeing Harbor again.
By sunset, the party’s in full swing. Most of the team’s here, sitting around the yard eating pizza and drinking beer. The DJ’s playing music at a perfectly acceptable volume, and we’ve had zero neighbor complaints.
So far, so good.
“Yo, Cap. The PR girl’s here,” Morrison shouts across the yard and heat creeps up my neck.
Awesome.
Nothing like calling attention to me and Harbor before she’s even walked through the door.
“Thanks.” I keep my tone neutral, acting casual as I stride across the grass. Not too fast—I don’t want to appear overeager.
But you totally fucking are.
Truthfully, I’ve been counting down the minutes until her arrival. I hope I can get her alone for at least a few minutes tonight. I’m dying to kiss her, taste her again.
Weaving through the crowd of people in the kitchen, I hurry to the entryway.
And there she is, looking beyond fuckable in a little black dress and heels way too high for a house party. Standing next to her is a tall brunette in a slightly longer red mini dress.
Shit.
Mental note to keep the sister as far away from Bennett as humanly possible. She’s right up his alley—but then again, most females with a pulse typically are. Bennett’s not overly selective in that department. Prides himself on being equal opportunity, in fact.
“Hey, Harbor.” I head over to the sisters, then pause awkwardly. I’m dying to bend down and brush my lips over hers, but that move’s out for obvious reasons. A hug even feels too intimate, with everyone watching.
I settle on a hybrid side hug, a pink blush coloring Harbor’s cheeks.
Fucking gorgeous.
“And you must be the sister.”
“Correct. I’m Piper.”
“Weston. Nice to meet you. You two want something to drink?”
“That’d be fantastic. I’m dying of thirst,” Piper says.
“Cool. Kitchen’s this way.” I lead them through the crowd, a few players saying hello to Harbor as she passes. I notice several heads turn, checking out her ass as she sashays by, and I try to tamp down my annoyance.
I can’t very well put my arm around her and declare she’s mine. Not here, not in this crowd.
But you want to.
Shoving the thought aside, I offer beverages to Harbor and Piper. Both of them take a Solo cup of wine, then we weave out to the backyard.
“Wow—nice place. Gia did right by you.” Harbor motions at the glowing pool, the spacious backyard.
“It’s good, yeah. Plus, it’s a three bedroom. I’m way too old to be sharing a room with my brothers. Bad enough we’re living together again.” I take a slug of my beer, the music cranking up a bit louder.
Piper giggles, and I’m struck by how similar her laugh is to Harbor’s. Although she’s a brunette and Harbor’s a blonde, I see the resemblance between them. They have the same high cheekbones, the same bow lips. She’s taller than Harbor, with a darker complexion, but it’s obvious they’re sisters.
Piper moves in closer to me, dropping her voice low so only the three of us can hear.
