Page 15 of Caught from Behind

Only he doesn’t want that, does he? He doesn’t want me, and?—

Seats. These are fantastic seats.

So comfy.

Clearly, Lake’s won this round of spoiling Nova—and me by side benefit.

Though, I don’t think Knox has quietly admitted defeat.

One of the perks of having a professional hockey-playing brother?

Free tickets to pretty much any home game I want.

Another?

Him having an uber-competitive streak that means his need to win this war with Lake will reap me further benefits. Muahaha.

I can see it now—goading them into giving Nova and I spa days and fancy dinners. Or a new pair of sparkly pumps—that I can’t wear in the snow. Right. So, that’s less than beneficial. Maybe an all-expenses-paid trip to somewhere that’s not freezing cold. Or hell, I’ll even take them not giving me noogies the moment I walk through the door.

My lips twitch.

Yup. Soon enough I’ll be living the life.

No noogies.

A pair of impractical shoes.

And—

A puck thunks against the boards in front of me and I jump, glaring over at my brother. Of course, it’s Knox tormenting me—noogies and teasing and scaring me when I least suspect it.

Big brothers. Swear to God.

I narrow my eyes. And fine. So it’s likely that the noogies won’t stop—even if I can somehow make that part of the pissing contest between him and Lake—but I can probably score a hot stone massage for my troubles.

And maybe that new blow dryer I’ve been eyeing.

Heh.

Just for good measure, I keep glaring at him until he skates away (and doing it smirking, the big lug). And…

Dammit.

I hate that my eyes are drawn from my brother back over to Riggs.

Who’s warming up in a deliberate and fuckable fashion.

Then again, everything about him is fuckable.

I sigh softly, feeling the pulse of desire between my thighs.

He’s tall and thick—as I became familiar with last week—with yummy, muscular thighs—something else I’d also gotten the pleasure to experience. And he has a great ass—that I, alas, haven’t gotten my hands on. Not to mention that broody, taciturn personality.

My personal kiss of death when it comes to the opposite sex. Strong, big, handsome, and grumpy.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t like me.

How have I come to this brilliant conclusion?

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