Page 330 of Playing the Pucking Game
“What?” I blurt. I have never, ever heard those words leave her lips before.
Casey laughs, and I’m immediately suspicious.
“Yep, and she’s perfect for him. They’ll spend the night talking about and watching hockey. His perfect kind of evening.”
“He’s babysitting Sutton, isn’t he?” Freya guesses.
“Yep. He’s on grandpa duties.”
“What about Kodie’s mom?” I ask. She’s usually first reserve.
“She’s gone out with the girls.”
“Cute. Sutton is going to have the best time with your dad.”
“Honestly, I think he was more excited than she was.”
“Adorable,” I breathe as the elevator doors open.
We’re greeted by a mass of red roses and twinkling fairy lights.
“Wow,” we all breathe as we step out.
“So pretty,” Freya sings.
Turning to our right, we follow the low rumbling of voices toward the bar, where the men are waiting.
Handsy is the first to spot us. He pauses with his glass partway to his mouth. His eyes skim over me and Casey before finding Freya. His chin drops, and I just wish she saw it. But when I look over, she’s too busy scanning the room, looking at everything.
Reaching out, Handsy backhands Linc and nods in our direction.
The second Linc’s eyes land on me, my temperature soars.
Time seems to stand still as he takes me in from head to toe.
“Holy crap,” Freya gasps. “Even I can feel the crackling in the air.”
I’m vaguely aware of Kodie walking toward my best friend and Freya moving away from me as Linc closes in.
“Parker, you look…fuck,” he rasps, his eyes everywhere.
My emerald-green dress is fitted everywhere it should be—it’s low cut and elegant, and it makes me feel like a milliondollars in a way any of the dresses I already had in my wardrobe wouldn’t.
Linc was right; I needed this dress.
“It’s the same color as your prom dress,” he points out.
A smile twitches at my lips.
“You noticed,” I whisper.
“Babe, I notice everything about you.” My smile widens as my heart slams against my ribs. “I especially notice how fucking hot you are.” His eyes drop to my exposed cleavage, and the blue darkens even more. “Do we have to go to this dinner? Can’t we just go up to our room so I can peel this dress from your body?”
My cheeks burn red hot, and desire tugs at my lower stomach.
The picture he paints is so fucking tempting.
I lean a little closer. “Later,” I whisper.
