Page 12 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“Yeah. No. Haven’t slept with Becky,” I answered dryly. “But thanks for telling me her name.”

Ari chuckled, and I shot him a glare...because we didn’t need to encourage Logan.

My thoughts went back to the girl—Becky. She was cute...but definitely too young for me.

Also, something I wasn’t ever going to say out loud, especially in front of the rookie. He’d never let me live it down.

“Now he will sleep with her is what he’s not saying,” said Walker as he plopped down on the bench in front of his locker and wiped his face with a towel.

“I actually prefer to stay away from stage five clingers, Disney,” I drawled as I bent over to undo my skates. “Fuck!”

Logan had snapped my ass with a fucking towel. Glaring at him, I thought about punching him or doing anything in retribution.

But I was too tired.

Next time though.

“That mean we’re going out tonight, my guy?” Jones asked from across the room as he unsnapped his chest protector.

I opened my mouth to make up an excuse, something I had been doing more often the last couple of months. What sounded much better than going out, was sleeping in my bed. Even my dick seemed to have been tired lately.

If that was a thing.

My phone buzzed, and I picked it up, groaning inwardly when I saw it was a reminder from Geraldine about our date tonight. Not that I didn’t love Geraldine, but I was fucking exhausted. I couldn’t cancel, though. I was going to have to suck it up.

“Sorry, Ky. I’ve got a hot date tonight,” I told him as I finally got my skates off, keeping my ass away from Logan’s reach as I did so.

“Oooooh,” The whole locker room taunted, almost at once, like I was surrounded by junior high girls.

“Who’s the lucky lady, Hero?” Logan called. “Some single mom you helped change her tire? A recent divorcee you helped jump her car? A lonely widow you gave an oil change?”

“Why, in all of these examples, is he helping these women with cars?” Lincoln asked, cocking his head. The wise one as usual.

“Yeah, I’m not really in the car business, Rookie. I got a mechanic for that,” I told Logan seriously.

He flipped me off, evidently disappointed I wasn’t hiding a mechanic kink from the group.

“My date tonight is actually seventy-five. Her gray hair is hot, but it’s the dentures that really get me going,” I joked.

The room went dead silent at that pronouncement.

“Well, I mean...” Logan stuttered.

“Whatever gets you going,” Walker finished supportively.

My mouth dropped open, and I stared at the group in horror.

“I was kidding, you assholes. I told my neighbor I would take her to some dance thing. You guys actually thought I was taking a grandmother on a date?!”

“Well you are nearing that age,” said Logan, his face completely void of any suggestion he was joking. After a second, a sly smirk crept across his face, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming. “Grandpappy...”

“I’m not even the oldest on the fucking team,” I griped.

The whole locker room burst into laughter, and this time, I was the one flipping them off with both hands.

Because apparently, I was a junior high girl, too.

Better than being a “grandpappy” I guess.

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