Page 9 of Secret Puck
“That’s actually not a bad plan,” Rauthruss speaks up for the first time. The bottle is passed to him and he fingers the label as he finishes. “Maybe they just need to let off a little steam.”
Adam frowns and the vein in his forehead becomes noticeable—never a good sign. “We party all the time. The guys don’t need our help finding chicks. This is about coming together as a team.”
“You’re going to go all weekend without your latest girlfriend?” Mav asks Adam pointedly.
Adam always has a girlfriend. I can’t remember the current one’s name. Hannah? Holly? I don’t understand why he doesn’t stay single. It isn’t like he, or any of us for that matter, need the relationship label to get laid. But, no, Adam Scott is the full boyfriend experience. He doesn’t only hook up or go on a few dates. He wastes months on these girls, going all in with dates and sleepovers… just not for more than six months or so at a time. He’s an odd duck.
Rauthruss too. He’s been dating the same girl since high school and she lives in freaking Nebraska. Why have a girlfriend you never see? The only perk of having a girlfriend is getting laid on a regular basis, right? I’m really asking; I have no idea.
“Maria and I broke up,” he says with a shrug. “And it’s just for tonight.”
Maria. Wow, definitely off there.
“What happened to Heather?” Mav asks.
Ah, yes, Heather! My memory isn’t failing me yet.
“They broke up in May. Keep up.” Rauthruss reaches out for the Mad Dog again, but Maverick holds it up and shakes the empty bottle. Fuck, we went through that fast.
“Fine. Party tonight. No girls,” Mav says and looks to me. I’m the last holdout. “It’s one night, man.”
“What are the other two things on the agenda. We’ll circle back,” I say with a smile and Mav chuckles.
“Nice. Circling back. I think my dad used that the last time we talked.”
His dad is a big executive—suit and tie, phone permanently attached to his ear. Rich as sin, but kind of a prick, so we have a bit of fun at his expense with our corporate speak, or jargon, if you will.
Adam interrupts our joking, which to be fair is probably the only way to get us back on track. “Number two. Heath, you have to walk your dates out the door. Like personally see that they make it outside.” He looks to Rhett who’s turning a nice shade of red.
Mav gasps dramatically with a hand to his chest. Charli at his feet lifts her head to check on her owner. “Heath would never. He’s a true gentleman.”
“It was one time and I did walk her out.” I glance at my flushed roommate. The memory of him all bed head and in his boxers kicking out a half-naked Kimberly still makes me smile. “I just didn’t lock the door behind her. How was I supposed to know she was going to come back and try to work her way around the apartment?”
I mean, seriously… is it my fault that she broke into our place and slipped into bed with the guy? Apparently nothing is sexier or more challenging for a girl than a guy in a real committed relationship. And Rauthruss is as loyal as they come even though he barely sees his woman. It drives girls crazy. Seriously, he could have any chick he wanted. He might be onto something, not that I have any plans to try his method. Mine’s working just fine.
Maverick sets the empty bottle on the coffee table and heaves a sigh. “Are there any items on your list that don’t revolve around our dicks?”
No one speaks. Adam raises his brows and keeps his sharp stare on me.
“Agreed. I will walk them out.” I’m almost positive I can remember to do that. Definitely can tonight since I’ll be spending it with my hand apparently.
“Next item on the agenda,” Mav prompts.
Adam looks a little nervous, pausing before he speaks. This can’t be good.
“My sister is crashing here this weekend, so best behavior.” He stands.
“What the hell? What happened to no chicks?” I ask.
“She’s my sister, not the same thing.”
“Depends. Is she hot?” Mav asks, totally serious, which makes the vein in Adam’s head protrude.
Yes, yes she is. I keep that to myself. I’m not scared of Scott, but I’m not an idiot. If he knew my unfiltered thoughts on his little sister, I’d be neutered in my sleep. Nah, actually, he’d probably do it when I was wide awake. Can’t really blame him. Ginny Scott is sexy as hell and all my thoughts about her are dirty.
Long, blonde hair, light brown eyes, and her legs… those long legs are the things dreams are made of.
“Best behavior.” Adam pulls his phone out and walks toward his room.
