Page 244 of Playing the Pucking Game
“O-okay,” I agree, my head spinning with all this information. I know it’s my own fault, but still.
“You can come?” Mom asks hopefully.
“Yeah, Mom. I can come,” I agree, excitement already fluttering.
Tears burn my eyes at the thought of seeing both of them.
I feel like I’ve coped okay these past few weeks after my life went up in smoke. But now they’re so close, I realize just how badly I need to see them.
“I’ve booked the table for four. Feel free to invite your new roommate.” As Mom says that, heavy footsteps thump my way before Lincoln appears in my doorway. He’s showered already and standing there with just a towel wrapped around his waist, the ink covering his torso still wet.
My chin drops as I stare at him.
Fuck, he’s hot.
And…mine?
“Parker, sweetie, are you still there?”
“Y-yeah,” I stutter.
“So, tonight…”
“Can I let you know about the fourth person?”
“Of course. I can’t wait to see you later. I want all the details about your new job. We’ve been watching all the games, spotting you by the bench on the TV.” I groan. “So proud, sweetie. You have no idea.”
“Are you in town for our next game?” I ask, knowing full well who it’s against.
“That’s one of the reasons, yes. I wasn’t going to miss a chance at seeing both of my babies down there, doing what they love,” she coos.
A mixture of excitement and anxiety collides in my stomach as I think about Linc facing off against Rett in a couple of days.
It’ll be the first time either of us has seen him since I moved in. Since we started dry-humping in his kitchen…
“It should be a good game.”
“With Linc and Rett playing? It’s guaranteed. I love watching my boys.”
My heart squeezes as I think of how Mom treats Linc like one of her own. She always has. He’s been a part of the family for as long as I can remember.
I lift my eyes from his abs and meet his curious gaze.
My stomach rolls. Are we going to ruin everything by doing what we’re doing?
“Me too,” I muse.
“So, seven tonight, yes?”
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
She squeals. “Oh, I can’t wait. Wear something pretty.”
I chuckle. “You got it, Mom. See you later.”
As I hang up and lower my cell to my lap, Linc continues to hover, looking like a GQ model in my doorway.
“Your parents are in town?” he asks excitedly.
