Page 19 of These Pucking Boys

“Trust me,” I say. “When have I ever been wrong? I can’t believe you didn’t notice the hungry way she was staring at us.”

The first time we shared a girl was when we first moved into our old apartment almost ten years ago. We threw a housewarming party, and after way too many drinks, it happened. No swords were crossed, but it could have been awkward the following day nonetheless.

It wasn’t. We realized we liked sharing. It was a lot of fun, with the right girl. There were many other occasions after that.

I see June returning from the restroom alone. She trips over nothing and collides with Timothy Jensen, a jackass who used to play for the Titans until his contract was up and he wasn’t offered a new one by any team. No one was sad to see him go. Now he’s a sports commentator, hence why he’s here.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes.

“It’s okay, sugar.” He grins at her in a sleazy way while his gaze dips to her cleavage, and my entire body tenses. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Timothy Jensen.”

He’s putting the moves on her? Hell to the fucking no.

“Look at that lavvy heid,” Lachlan chimes in.

He and Jake make a motion to head in their direction, but I stop them. “Let me handle that asshat.”

In the blink of an eye, I reach Timothy and June, stopping next to her. “Jensen, I didn’t know you were on the guest list.”

His face twists into a scowl. “What do you want, Bertrand? I was having a pleasant conversation with…” He looks at June, waiting for her to supply her name.

“June Summers,” she replies.

“What a lovely name.”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I don’t want June to think I’m a child. Instead of wasting my time with Timothy, I turn to her. “You owe me another game.”

Her beautiful hazel eyes widen. “I do?”

“Yes, I’m tired of losing to Lachlan. Please partner with me.”

“Are you for real?” Timothy butts in like the annoying fly he is.

I give him my most condescending glance. “Why are you still here? Come on, June.” I lace my fingers with hers and steer her away from the dickface.

“What was that?” she asks.

“What was what?”

“That pissing contest.” She looks over shoulder, then says, “He’s glowering in our direction. You’re not his favorite person, are you?”

“You can say that. He used to play for the Titans before he retired from the NHL.”

“But why doesn’t he like you?”

“I don’t think you’re going to appreciate the answer.”

She stops walking and plants her feet. “I’d like to know anyway.”

I glance at Jake and Lachlan, who are watching us with keen interest. I can’t believe they haven’t joined us yet. But I take advantage of being alone with June to seal the deal. The question is, will she agree to it? She’s still expecting an answer, and unfortunately, the truth might be a deal-breaker for her. But I won’t lie to her. That’s not how I roll.

“All right. I slept with his ex-fiancée.” Her mouth makes a perfect O, and damn, I wish I could kiss her now. Her plump lips are delectable.

“If they were broken up…”

“An hour after she dumped him.”

Her brows furrow. “You could have left that detail out. Are you trying to make me not like you?”

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