“I don’t need relationship advice from you.” But maybe I did. Hell, I was completely thrown by the way I felt about Lily and not just because of our primal connections.
“Just watch yourself, bro. The Devils need this win, or they’ll likely have to jettison the current team construction.” He kept a grin on his face as he waited until it kicked in what he was suggesting.
“My fucking God. Why didn’t I see it? Rocco used the incident in the bar as a way of derailing my career. If he can’t do that, he wants me to shift in front of people.”
Leaning over, he clapped me on the arm. “Now you’re getting it. See? I’m not the fool you think I am. There was a reason I dated his sister. Especially since Rocco’s younger brother plays in the AHL.”
Maybe I didn’t give my brother enough credit. “You are one evil man.”
“You bet I am. Gleaned everything I know from our dad.” He blew on his knuckles before rubbing them against his shirt.
I closed my eyes and instantly an image of Lily’s naked body covered in mayo shot into my mind. “This is such bullshit. I’ve worked long and hard to get where I am playing hockey.”
“Then don’t allow Rocco and his extortion methods to derail you. Be the star hockey player, not the playboy or the angry asshole no one wants to deal with.”
I’d gritted my teeth so much in the last few days I was grinding down my molars. “That’s where she comes in. She’s making me look good.”
He snorted. “Right. Imagine how hard it’s going to be after more shit hits the fan. I’m sure you will if those sexy pictures I pulled up on IG tell the tale. Not bad, buddy.”
A single sound perked both our sets of ears. With our eyes open wide, we both turned our heads at the same time.
To stare into the wild, contorted, and confused face of my fake but very real tasting fiancée.
Her eyes were wide open.
Her lips were pursed.
Her chest rising and falling from her labored breathing.
The night had just gotten so much worse.
Lily had heard every word we’d said.
CHAPTER 27
Saint
My heart dropped.
My blood pressure rose.
The look on Lily’s face said it all.
She was horrified.
How was it that she’d been able to sneak up on us? I should have detected her presence the moment she’d opened the door to Steven’s side of the house. Not only had I not sensed her, I also hadn’t gathered a single whiff.
Not of her sex.
Not of her perfume.
Not even the salad stench we shared.
Her face went absolutely white. She remained silent, narrowing her eyes as she glanced from my brother back to me. Then she turned around military style and walked off.
“Shit,” I wheezed.
“Shit is right. I think your night went from bad to worse.” Steven whistled.