Page 24 of Playing the Pucking Game
“You say that as if you’ll ever get to see them.”
“I’m confident,” he says before footsteps race my way.
I look over just in time to see my best friend barrel around the corner.
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LINCOLN
Itake a step back as Parker jumps to her feet, Casey racing around the corner as fast as her legs will carry her. The two collide, instantly wrapping their arms around each other.
A small smile plays on my lips as I watch them embrace. The sight also solidifies that I did the right thing by calling Casey, even if it is weird as fuck to have not just one but two women in my space.
I first picked up my cell long before Parker woke up. I was in desperate need of help, and thankfully, after a barrage of questions I mostly refused to answer, Casey gave me the information I needed to ensure Parker had something to wear when she got out of her shower.
So, while Parker might be confident in my abilities to look at a pair of tits and immediately know what size they are, it’s not actually true.
Did I need to buy her lingerie from La Perla? Absolutely not. I could have gotten panties from the same store I got the leggings from. But I couldn’t stop myself. The thought of treating her, of giving her a little bit of luxury while her world is falling apart, was too much to ignore.
As was the thought of knowing exactly what she’s wearing beneath those sexy leggings.
Jesus.
I drag my hand down my face as the two of them drop onto the couch.
The sound of Parker’s sobs fills the room, and it tugs at my chest. The urge to rush over there and be the one to comfort her is all-consuming. But I can’t.
I’m pretty sure I’ve already massively overstepped in my role of annoying-big-brother’s best friend. But I can’t stop myself. I want to help. I want to make things better for her. And damn it, if I’m being honest with myself, I want to be the one to make her smile on her worst day.
“You want coffee, Watson?” I ask, ripping my attention from them and stalking into the kitchen.Pain shoots through my groin, but I ignore it like I have for weeks now.
It’s weird as fuck, having women here.
“That would be great. Kodie and Sutton are waiting downstairs. They want to know if you fancy a spin around the rink.”
I glance back, and both women are looking at me with tear-stained cheeks and red eyes.
Christ, I don’t just have women in my apartment. I havecryingwomen in my apartment.
Yeah, I need to get the fuck out of here.
Grabbing my cell from my pocket, I fire off a message to Kodie, letting him know that I’m gonna make his girl a coffee, then I’ll be down.
I set the machine going, then head to my bedroom to pull on some clothes.
I’m out the door as soon as I’ve delivered Casey her coffee. However, I make sure to tell them to call me if they need anything.
I find Kodie with his engine running, waiting just outside the entrance to my building.
“Storm!” a little voice shouts excitedly from the back as I drop inside.
“Hey, little Riv. How’s it going?”
“We’re going to skate; things are fantastic.”
I can’t help but chuckle at our little hockey addict.
“What are you drawing?” I ask, looking at her upside-down piece of art.
