Page 71 of Caught from Behind

“Night, Patches.”

I narrow my eyes as he walks down the hall.

Knox sighs, drawing my focus. “My point was?—”

“Oh, there’s an actual point in all your rambling?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He clamps a hand on my shoulder, voice growing serious. “I know you”—his fingers tight—“and I know you’ll treat my sister well.”

There’s the hint of a threat in his words.

Which I respect.

I have no plans to hurt Ella, but if it was my hypothetical sister that a teammate was sniffing around…

Yeah, threats would be made.

Even if I was responsible for them getting together in the first place.

“It’s true,” I say, knocking his hand from my shoulder. “Same as it’s true that I care about your sister a whole fucking lot. So fucking much that you’ll get to take credit for playing matchmaker for the rest of our lives.” I push off the wall, turn in the direction of my room. “You can even give the wedding speech.”

I look back, grin at his wide eyes.

God, there’s nothing better than taking an Adler by surprise.

“I don’t fuck around.” I chuckle. “Not with women and meaningless sex.” I lift my brows, hoping he might take a fucking hint and get his own bedroom in order. “And not when I’ve found someone I want to keep forever.”

Those eyes are still wide.

Then he fist-pumps. “I fucking told you!” he says, practically bouncing on his toes in excitement. “Adler matchmaking at its finest.”

He’s not wrong.

Which is even worse.

Because I know I won’t hear the end of it.

But I can’t summon an ounce of outrage.

Ella’s—

Mine.

Enough said.

The elevator dings from behind me and I glance over my shoulder in time to see Storm walk around the corner.

And skid to a halt in an almost comical fashion. “What the actual fuck?”

The guys start busting up.

Knox comes up behind me, slinging an arm around my shoulder, tilting his head down the hall for me to follow him to his room.

As Adlers are wont to do, I’m surprised.

There’s food and beer and a video game console set up.

But I’m also not surprised.

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