Page 293 of Playing the Pucking Game
“I know, babe. I know. Rett’s gonna figure this all out, you’ll see.”
“I hope so. I just hate knowing he’s hurting.”
“Same, but I refuse to put our happiness on the line because of it.”
“I can’t believe you told Esme we were together weeks ago.”
I smirk as I take the next left, pressing my foot to the gas to get her home as fast as possible. “I was feeling optimistic.”
“You’re something else, you know that?”
“Well, when I want something…”
“What if this had never happened?” she muses.
“Then I guess I’d have had to admit defeat and get Esme to take it out of our files. But I wouldn’t have given up without a fight. This might have been years in the making, pretty girl, but it was inevitable eventually.”
“You really are sure of yourself.”
“Sometimes, you’ve just got to back your chances with the things you want most in life. And Parker, you’ve always been at the very top of my list.”
“I thought that was hockey,” she counters.
“It takes a solid second place, but it will never, ever come above you.”
“So what happens next?”
“We beat the Bandits’ asses, and then we celebrate the fuck out of it.”
“What about after that? Esme said that I can still treat you as long as we keep it professional.”
“What?” I ask.
“You didn’t know that?”
“No. I mean, the fact that I was still assigned to you even after she knew gave me a clue, but she never said anything about it. So I don’t have to go to Mitchell?”
“Apparently not. I mean, as long as you don’t feel me up on the table.”
I can’t help but laugh. She has no idea how long I’ve had to hold myself back from doing just that over the years. “Me? What about you? You know you’re going to be too distracted by my dick to focus on your job.”
She scoffs. “As if. I doubt it’s worth the hype.”
My brows lift. “There’s hype surrounding my dick?”
“Don’t be obtuse, Linc. You know full well that there are a million and one stories out there spouting praise for it.”
“I might be aware of such stories. I’m intrigued to know that you’re aware, though. Have you been reading them?”
When I glance over, I find red staining her cheeks.
“Hell, no. I didn’t want anything to do with your dick or the bunnies you were sticking it in.”
“And what about now?”
“Fuck the bunnies.” I can’t help but snort at the disgust in her tone.
“Jealous, babe?”
