Page 261 of Sin Bin

He didn’t take the hint. “I played for the Maple Leafs, so I know what a big deal the Brassards are. I never thought I’d be teammates with a member of such an illustrious family. I mean, I know you don’t talk much about your past, but it’s pretty obvious you weren’t happy to see your old man—”

“With good reason.” Logan set his glass down sharply, a muscle thumping in his jaw. “He didn’t acknowledge me for twenty-five years. As far as I’m concerned, he can go fuck himself.”

“I hear you, bro,” Dubinski commiserated, shaking his head. “He seems like a real douchebag, and I don’t blame you for hating his guts. But the guy belongs to a fucking dynasty, man. When he dies, his kids are gonna inherit more money than God, and one of them will be put in charge of the foundation. As his firstborn child, you’re rightfully entitled to—”

“Marek,” Hunter cut in softly.

Dubinski looked at him.

“Stop talking.”

Dubinski reddened and gave a jerky nod, then downed the rest of his beer and mumbled, “I gotta take a leak.”

No sooner had he left than two long-legged bunnies sashayed over, batting their eyelashes and gushing excitedly, “Heyyy, Rebels! We’re such huge fans! Mind if we join you?”

“Thanks, ladies,” Hunter drawled, “but we’re good.”

“Speak for yourself.” Dmitri winked at the girls. “I’d love your company. Please join us.” When he patted his thigh, the blonde practically knocked her friend out of the way to sit on his lap.

When the brunette tried to sit on Logan’s lap, he shook his head and stopped her. “No.”

She pouted. “Why not?”

“I’m in a relationship.”

Her pout deepened. “Is it serious?”

“Very serious,” Logan said.

She scowled.

The blonde fluttered her fake eyelashes at Reid and Viggo. “Are you guys still engaged?”

“Yup,” they confirmed.

“When are your weddings?”

“June,” Reid answered.

“July,” Viggo said.

“It’s May.” The blonde smiled suggestively. “You’re still free agents.”

Reid and Viggo chuckled. “Not quite.”

The blonde looked pointedly around the bar. “Your fiancées aren’t here, so what’s the problem?”

“Yeah,” her friend purred cajolingly, trailing her hands over their shoulders. “Let’s have some fun, boys. We won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret.”

Reid and Viggo merely smiled, finished their beer and rose from the table. “Goodnight, folks. We’re out.”

As they sauntered off, Dmitri slapped the pouting blonde’s ass, signaling her to get up. When she did, he stood and snaked an arm around each bunny’s waist. “C’mon, ladies. Let’s go someplace private and get better acquainted.”

The girls simpered and giggled as Dmitri led them away.

Hunter smiled wryly, shaking his head at Logan. “Let’s move to the bar. I feel like we’re sitting targets right here.”

They picked up their beers and grabbed stools at the bar just as Dubinski came back from the restroom.

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