Page 89 of Game On

“You can do rehab here. I’ll ask our athletic therapist for recommendations. You can stay with me and Dorian. It’ll be fun. You can meet Dorian and come to my games and I can take you sightseeing. What do you say?”

“That does sound fun,” Gio said slowly. “You’re sure it’s not an intrusion?”

“Not at all.”

Once he got off the phone with Gio, he went to find Dorian, a niggle of trepidation in his gut.

What if it was an intrusion? Dorian was a private person. He valued his space. And he already had one guest.

Well, two, technically.

He found Dorian still in the family room. Eleanor had disappeared—Jamie could hear her yelling at her brothers from somewhere in the house that they had to go—and Dorian was speaking with Emme and Holly about Emme’s upcoming short film.

Jamie sat on the coffee table across from him. “Hey.”

Dorian’s gaze narrowed. “I don’t trust that smile.”

“As you shouldn’t,” Holly said.

Jamie jerked a finger in her direction. “No comments from the peanut gallery.”

“This peanut gallery is still owed NHL tickets.”

“Right.” Jamie blinked. “I didn’t forget.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I want NHL tickets too,” Emme piped in, eating from a bag of Raisin Glosettes she must’ve swiped from Dad’s not-so-secret candy stash.

Jamie huffed. “I can’t get all of you NHL tickets.”

“You probably could,” Dorian countered. “Just ask your organization’s front office staff. Or ask your skills coach—he used to play for Vancouver’s NHL team. And if you’re really nice, he might even let you watch from the executive suite he and his husband own.”

Holly and Emme turned pleading eyes on Jamie.

He held up a hand. “I’ll do my best. Now.” He turned to Dorian. “You.”

“What did you do?” Dorian asked.

“One of my old teammates got injured last night, and he’s out for the rest of the season.” Leaning forward, Jamie placed his palms on Dorian’s knees. “I invited him to stay with us for a week or two. Is that okay? I should’ve asked first?—”

“It’s fine,” Dorian interrupted. “You don’t have to ask. It’s your house too. He can stay in your old room. Or maybe not. You get kind of loud.”

Jamie’s jaw dropped. “I get kind of loud? I think you have that backward.”

“We could give him the second bedroom downstairs,” Dorian continued, as though Jamie hadn’t said anything. “Is it smart to put him downstairs with Adriana?”

“He’s not going to hit on her, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Jamie said. “He’s more likely to hit on that guy.” He jerked a thumb at Niall as he entered the room.

“Who’s hitting on me?” Niall asked, wedging himself into the corner of the couch next to Emme.

“Gio Vitone.”

Niall’s expression brightened. “Why are we talking about Gio?”

“He’s coming to stay with me and Dorian for a week or two.”

“Is he now?” Niall rubbed his jaw. “I can find a reason to be in Vancouver in the next couple of weeks.”

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