I shake my head. “I don’t know. There’s not much I can do besides wait it out and see what happens. I’m not even supposed to know.”
“You can’t just sit back and let him shit on you.”
“Earlier I put a call in with my agent. He’s going to see what he can find out.”
“Any idea which team my dad’s talking to?”
“It’steams. And they’re all on the west coast or Canadian.”
“It’s like he’s trying to put as much distance between us as possible.”
“I don’t want you to worry. Whatever happens, we’ll figure something out.”
“Darius, how can I not be concerned? During the hockey season we’d barely see each other. And hockey season is fucking long.” Her voice sounds shrill.
My palm skims up and down her arm soothingly. “Calm down. We don’t know for sure if this is true. I’m only telling you because I’m hurt about it.”
“As you should be,” she agrees.
“I’ve given my all and then some since I joined the Coyotes. My stats and play are better than ever and I might be traded?”
Her head slowly tics from side to side. “It’s ridiculous.”
“What the fuck?” I growl with frustration. I promised myself I wouldn’t get worked up about this and I’m failing miserably. But it’s difficult to stay calm when my future lies in someone else’s hands. Someone I know doesn’t approve of Evie and I being together.
Placing her hand on my cheek, she turns my face toward hers. “Let’s not worry about this for the rest of the night. Let’s put all thoughts about a trade from our minds and make the most of our time together. We can’t do anything about it right now. We might as well enjoy ourselves.”
“You’re right.” I press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “What should we do to take my mind off of this?” I ask. It’s a loaded question and she knows it. There’s a good chance that making love with her is always at the top of my list of things to do with her.
“We could sneak into my room for a quickie, but you’ll have to be quiet,” she says.
“We knowyoucan’t be quiet. I’m sure we can find something to use as a gag for you.” She looks intrigued, surprising me. I place her hand over my cock. “I’m ready if you are.”
“Mom,” Tillie’s voice precedes her.
I yank my hand back and shove a pillow over my lap.
“Can we play dog salon and give Brutus a bath?”
“Well, sweetie, Darius and I were in the middle of talking—”
I jump in. “Let’s do it. Brutus could use a bath, and we could use a bath too.”
“Awesome!” Tillie shouts.
“Why don’t you get all the stuff we’ll need from the closet and we’ll be right there.”
“Okay.” She runs off without another word.
“You have stuff to bathe a dog here?” I ask.
“Tillie and I were out shopping and she asked if we could get shampoo and a brush for Brutus. How was I going to say no to that?”
“I love how much you two love my dog. It gets me right here.” I pat my chest.
“I could say the same about you and my daughter. You’re a good man, Darius Kastellanos.”
“Why do you say that?”