Page 155 of Sin Bin

Mr. Tavárez affectionately tweaked her nose and smiled. “Where are you sitting?”

She showed him her ticket.

He grinned approvingly. “You girls have great seats. C’mon. I’ll take you to your section.”

The others elbowed one another and waggled their eyebrows as they followed Mr. Tavárez. His tall, burly frame easily cut a path through the crowd. With his gray eyes and wavy black hair, he was a light-skinned Dominican who could pass for Italian.

“Here we are.” He reached their seating section and gave Meadow a quick bear hug. “Let me get back to my seat before the game starts. I’m sitting with the Rebels bigwigs in their executive suite.” He kissed Meadow’s forehead and winked at the others. “Enjoy the game, ladies. See you at the party.”

“Bye, Mr. Tavárez,” they cooed, fluttering their fingers in a wave.

Jess made a lustful purring noise as she stared after his retreating back. “Damn. That man is fine as hell. He could totally get it.”

“I was just thinking the same thing!” squealed Bianca, Nadia and Scarlett.

As they all burst into naughty giggles, Meadow shook her head at them. “You guys need to stop. And I’m shocked at you, Nadia, encouraging their degeneracy.”

Nadia grinned. “Sorry, girl, but Papa Tavárez is sexy.”

“Sexy as fuck.” Scarlett grinned at Meadow. “How old is he?”

“Too old for you.” Meadow made a face. “You guys are squicking me out. Seriously. Mr. Tavárez is like a beloved uncle to me.”

“To you. Not us.” Bianca’s eyes gleamed. “Do I need to pull out my phone and track down his age or are you gonna tell us?”

Meadow heaved a sigh. “When I was at the group home, I remember them throwing a party for his thirty-second birthday. That was fifteen years ago. So he’s, what, forty-seven now?”

Jess licked her lips. “I can work with that.”

The others howled with laughter as Meadow sucked her teeth and stalked off in disgust. They trailed after her, giggling and cracking dirty jokes as they entered their seating section and headed down the steps.

They had awesome seats a few rows up from center ice. The stands were packed with fans in Golden Knights jerseys, as well as tourists who just came to see a good show. A good number of people sported Logan’s jersey, which made sense given that he was from Las Vegas.

“Damn,” Scarlett grumbled as they settled into their cushiony seats. “We missed warmups thanks to Jess’s slow ass.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one who held us up,” Jess protested. “Bianca kept knocking back cocktails like somebody’s drunk auntie.”

Bianca grinned. “What can I say? I like to get nice and liquored up before games. And you’re the last one to talk about anybody’s alcohol consumption, party girl.”

Jess smirked and flipped her the bird.

Nadia bumped Meadow’s shoulder and grinned. “You look good in Logan’s jersey. He’ll be happy to see you in it.”

“He sure will. Viggo can’t get enough of seeing me in his jersey.” Scarlett winked. “Or out of it.”

Everyone laughed.

“Since I don’t have a man on the team,” Bianca said, pointing down at the jersey she wore, “you know I had to rep Reid.”

“Why Reid?” Jess challenged teasingly.

“Because I met him first, and he’s going to be Nelson’s brother-in law. So I owe him my loyalty.”

“That’s right.” Nadia gave her a fist bump, and they both laughed.

Scarlett was reading a text on her phone and shaking her head.

“What’s wrong?” Meadow asked.

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