Page 74 of Pucking Revenge

One side of Aiden’s lips quirk. “You really don’t share well.”

Ignoring him, I stomp to the bathroom to change. When I’m finished, I grab a key card from the table, and then I’m gone without another word, anxious to get up to the roof to see my girl.

TWENTY-SIX

SARA

“I’m going to meet Brooks up at the hot tub.” The second his text came through, I was up and rummaging through my bag.

The first time I went away with the team, I didn’t pack a suit, and of course, Liv, my new boss who I was so desperate to impress, invited me to the spa, then asked if I wanted to join her in the hot tub. Without a suit, all I could do was sit on the edge and soak my feet. I vowed never to forget a suit again.

For this trip, I packed two.

A lot of the guys like to swim laps during the season. It’s a good workout and easy on their joints, so the powers that be who book lodging always put us up in five-star resorts equipped with pools. And where there’s a pool, there is often a hot tub.

I typically start my days doing laps when we travel. I’ve yet to hit the pool or hot tub at night, because the guys tend to take over, and I prefer to stay out of their way.

“God, I’m so jealous,” Lennox whines. “It’s been forever since I’ve gotten some.”

I stand up straight and whip around, gaping at my best friend. “Really?”

From the day I met her, Lennox has been a big proponent of sex. An equal opportunist, if you will. She doesn’t believe in relationships. In college, she was always going on about how they’d only lead to heartbreak.

After their brief interaction yesterday, I’m curious about whether that philosophy has something to do with Aiden.

Did he break her heart? Or was she the one who did the breaking? If I was a betting woman, I’d put my money on Lennox. More than once, I’ve watched her run when a man got too close, like she was determined to leave before he could.

“I think maybe I want more.”

Her confession should have bowled me over, but my mind is muddled with thoughts of Brooks. There’s no room left to pick apart that confession. “Wow, this is serious coming from you, and I feel like I really wanna dedicate a lot of time to that discussion.”

Lennox laughs. “Go up to that pool, or your boyfriend is going to kill me. Did you see him almost take out Gavin this morning? Boy’s got it bad for you.”

Damn if the feeling isn’t mutual. Not only is he taking up all the free space in my brain, but he’s taken up residence in my heart too.

I change quickly and slip on a pair of sweats over my bathing suit. Then I grab a Bolts sweatshirt and the beanie the girls and I had made.

“Oh!” Lennox laughs. “Saint Brooks isn’t gonna be able to help himself when he sees you in that.”

I smirk. “I’m counting on it.”

When I open my door, I come face to face with Brooks, and the smile that crosses his face when he gets a look at me makes my heart float in my chest.

He spreads his arms out wide and pulls me against him. “Fuck, I missed you.” His low, rasping tone sends goose bumps skittering down my spine.

I tip my head so that he can get a good look at my beanie and give him a wicked grin.

He pulls back and holds me at arm’s length. “Where the fuck did you get that?” With a laugh that echoes down the hallway, he tucks me under his arm and drags me down the hall.

“Oh, I had it made.” I loop an arm around his waist and hustle to keep up with him. “Think Seb will like it?”

He slows a little, and with a roll of his eyes, he presses a kiss to my forehead, right below the space that says Brooks’s Bunny across my hat. “I don’t really give a fuck what he likes, but no, I don’t think he will.”

“How’s Aiden feeling?”

“Other than being whiny as fuck, he’s fine.”

I squeeze him tight. From the moment I met this man, he’s been easy-going. Hard to rile up. So much so that he’s rarely bothered by his insane brother. Lately, he’s been gruff and short with everyone but me. I don’t like it.

---