Page 52 of Slap Shot Scandal
Bennett shrugs, one broad shoulder lifting. “Whatever, bro. I won’t go spreading news about your little affair around.”
I grimace. “It’s not anaffair, Bennett.”
“Hook up, fling, whatever you’re calling it. Your secret’s safe with me.” He shoots me an exaggerated wink and I wonder what I’m going to owe him for keeping the juicy gossip to himself.
“You know people are gonna figure it out, right? It’s pretty obvious the two of you have a thing for each other.”
“What? No, it’s not.” I scrunch my brow and frown at him.
“Bro. I figured it out in less than an hour.”
“You’re different, though. You’re my brother.”
“So you know Callum’s gonna see through your little charade.”
He does have a point there.
“If Callum asks, I’ll tell him the truth. But other than him, I’d rather not have anyone else know about what you just walked in on.”
“Fine.” Bennett holds up his palms. “But you’re not as slick as you think you are. And PR Barbie isn’t either.”
“Her name’s Harbor…” I grit through my teeth, scrubbing my hand over my jaw. I’d love to punch him in his smug face for calling her that again, but figure now’s not a great time to fight with my brother. Not when I need him to keep what he just saw to himself.
“My advice?”
“Not that I asked…”
But Bennett forges ahead with his words of wisdom. “The two of you need to stay away from each other as much as possible or figure out how to break it to Prince and the team that you’re an item.”
“We’re not ‘an item.’ We kissed one time.”
“It was a helluva kiss, though. Like, you’re not going back for seconds? Or thirds? I’m betting you’re not going to walk away from that.”
I hate to admit it, but my brother’s right. Itwasa helluva kiss and the touch of Harbor’s lips on mine didn’t scratch the itch that’s been tickling at me since we met.
No, that kiss did nothing but make me want her more.
Dammit.
Bennett slaps me on the shoulder. “It’s fine, Wes. She’s single, right? You’re single. The two of you did nothing wrong, really, except maybe violate some HR office fraternization policy. Shouldn’t be a big deal.”
Except I have a sinking feeling it is a big deal.
I’m certain it is to Harbor, given the fifty-yard dash I saw her sprint in stilettos a few seconds ago. And now that I know who her father is, I understand why. She’s not just worried about the professional fallout—she’s terrified of proving her dad right about her career choices. I saw theflicker of panic in her eyes, felt the tension in her body when she mentioned her father.
Fuck. No wonder she bolted.
We definitely have to talk about what just happened and go from there. For all I know, she’s going to call it quits before anything gets started.
“She’s cute, dude. You should go for it.” Bennett chucks my biceps.
“Glad I have your blessing,” I grumble, opening my locker and grabbing my T-shirt.
Bennett has the worst track record out of all of us. He’s the last person I’m taking relationship advice from. Pretty sure his longest relationship was a few months, tops.
"You going to have a chat with your gal pal right now or do you want a quick tour of the short list of houses Gia found? That’s what I was coming in here to talk to you about anyway.”
“Oh.” I glance at my watch. We have a few hours before the team dinner, and I’d love to get settled in a house sooner rather than later. “Let’s take the tour.”
