Page 12 of Caught from Behind

Hockey.

Winning.

Not good enough?—

Stop.

Stop thinking about my dad.

Stop thinking about the way Ella’s hand felt wrapped tightly around my cock.

Stop—

A hand claps down onto my shoulder—albeit not the one I want touching me. “Riggs,” Knox says, drawing me to a halt. “I asked if you thought about what I said?”

My temple pulses with pain—not an uncommon phenomenon to experience when it comes to the stubborn-as-shit Adlers.

“Dude,” I mutter, shoving him off. “Please tell me you’re not actually serious about this shit.” I shake my head. “Telling me to go after your sister?”

“Not go after,” he says. “I’m telling you to get a handle on her.”

I snort. “Ella’s the last woman on the planet who needs someone handling her.”

“Look—” He steps in front of me, and it’s his sister’s eyes that are holding mine, deep pools of blue that I can get lost in—because I never know if they were going to flash with mischief or wicked humor or a deep sense of empathy.

Thankfully, I’ve only seen Ella’s darken to navy, desire clinging to those irises.

“I’m just saying that Ella needs someone to look after her, and you already do that, man.” He tilts his head toward the door.

I have no choice but to follow.

Because we literally have the same hockey game to play in.

“I’m not a complete idiot,” he says, pausing to scan his badge and bumping his shoulder against mine. “I’ve seen you watch her. Seen you look at her like she’s the fucking last slice of cheesecake.”

His favorite.

“You and fucking cheesecake,” I mutter, going for light, going for anything that will make this conversation end. “You just want a break from looking out for Ella because she’s as much of a menace as you are”—I brush by him and reach for the handle—“but, news flash, asshole, your sister can take care of herself.”

“I know that.” Knox sighs. “I’m just…” The seriousness in his words has me halting next to him. “You’re a good guy, yeah? And Ella’s a great person. If you two wanted to…I don’t know…figure your shit out and have something meaningful?—”

I lift my brows because this is coming from the man who never takes anything serious.

“Hey,” he says, probably reading that in my expression and holding up his hands, palms out. “Just because I’m not into commitment doesn’t mean I don’t want my sister to find something like what Nova and Lake have.”

My heart spasms.

Because it may be sappy as shit, but seeing my captain and his woman together fills me with such intense jealousy that sometimes it’s hard to breathe around them.

Because they’re intensely happy, two halves to the same soul.

Because I want that.

The person who has my back, who likes me for me, who doesn’t see all of my failures each and every time they look at me.

My temple throbs again.

Fucking Adlers.

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