Page 5 of The Trophy

Our goalie shakes his head. “Nah, thanks. I’ll walk. I need to clear my head.”

“Do you think he’s going to see Lakyn behind our backs?” Luca asks once we’re in the car and Cash’s tall frame becomes smaller and smaller in the distance.

“I don’t know,” I say, rubbing my chin, deep in thought. “I don’t think so. Cash is usually a man of his word. Really dependable.”

Luca hesitates, as if he wanted to say something else.

“What?” I encourage him.

“Do you think you could lend me some of those romance books you were talking about?”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Sure. How spicy do you like your romance?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Why, does it get graphic?”

“Dude,” I snort. “Let me give you some of my favorite RH romance, you won’t know what hit you.”

I should probably expect his next question. “RH?”

As I explain Reverse Harem to Luca, a crazy idea crosses my mind.

What if Lakyn didn’t have to choose between the three of us?

I shake my head to banish the ridiculous thought. We’re way too possessive to share a girl long term.

Especially Cash. He almost walked out of that hotel suite last night, so I doubt he’d want a repeat of that.

Now that the seed has been planted in my mind, the question keeps swirling in my head.

Last night was hot and if we all dated Lakyn, none of us would have to get his heart broken when she chooses.

But it’s never going to work, right?

First off, there’s the bet.

If Lakyn didn’t choose, who would become the Star Cove Knight’s new captain?

Also if we all get drafted, we’ll probably move far from each other. To the East Coast or even to Canada.

Maybe my dad is right, that I read too many girly books after all.

CHAPTER 2

PENCIL DICK

LAKYN

“Are you really not going to confirm or deny?” Bay glares at me, lifting the dark shades that are covering her face to the top of her head. “Come on, Lakey-Lake! Did you hand over your V-card last night? And to whom of those three hotties? You owe me.” She pouts, her shades back in place, her arms crossed over her chest.

In reality I’m dying to tell her about my wild night with the guys, but torturing her about it is way too fun to pass up on.

“I owe you nothing,” I say, faking it. “Besides, you should already know everything. Use your twin connection powers.” I challenge her.

“Oh come on, Lake!” She throws her hands in the air, making the million thin bangles on one of her wrists ding with the movement. “You know my twin sixth sense doesn’t work when I’m drunk. Last night Topher was in a really weird mood and he kept buying me shots. None of his teammates talked to us and the only way to get through the night was to drink myself into oblivion. So I have no clue how your night went. Be nice to me, I’m feeling and looking like shit this morning,” she lifts her shades again. “See? I have bags under my eyes. Thank goodness we aren’t flying home, or I’d get charged extra for a whole set of luggage.”

I can’t help but laugh at her antics.

If one of us had any acting aspirations, we know who would be the shoo-in Hollywood star. In the end I take pity on her and don’t even argue about her alleged twin connection.

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