Page 12 of Puck Blocked
Chapter Six
Practice was brutal. Even worse than what I put myself through yesterday. The fact that I didn’t sleep last night didn’t help either. I spent all my time staring at Montana. Watching, waiting. Making sure she didn’t have another nightmare, and that I was right there, awake, if she did. She looked peaceful though.
“She screamed out the name Andrew last night,” I tell Gray.
“Andrew? Okay, I’ll update Vinny,” he says, already tapping out a message on his phone. “You know I’m not letting you do what you’re planning on doing.” Gray looks up at me. “We have people for this sort of thing, Luke. I’m not letting some prick ruin your life.”
“I don’t care if it ruins me. I need to find that fucker. I need to do it,” I repeat.
“I get that, but I’m not letting you get your hands dirty when the result is going to be the same anyway,” Gray says.
“I agree with him. You won’t be any good to her if you’re behind bars.”
I narrow my glare at King, who took it upon himself to butt into our conversation. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”
“You’re right. You didn’t. I gave that shit to you for free.” The fucker smirks.
I roll my eyes and push up from the bench. “I’m assuming you’re coming with me.”
“Why would I do that?” King asks.
“Because your wife’s hanging out at my place today.” I raise my brows at him, honestly shocked that he doesn’t know where she is for once. Those two are usually joined at the hip.
“I knew that,” he grunts, but we all know he’s lying out of his ass right now.
“Right, sure ya did.” I turn and walk out with Gray and King hot on my heels.
“I have to go get Graycee. I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Gray calls after us.
“Give her a hug from me,” I tell him.
“And tell my girl that her favorite uncle has another puck for her shelf,” King adds, as Gray grumbles under his breath.
The moment I shift the car into park, I jump out and walk inside. There’s no sign of Montana or Aliyah anywhere. I make my way through to the kitchen, then the living room.
“They’re in the theater,” King says while waving his phone at me.
I head that way and find Montana curled up on one of the oversized recliners, Aliyah filling the one right next to her.
I reach out a hand to stop King when he goes to walk past me, remembering how Montana reacted to seeing Grayson in the back of the car yesterday. “Wait by the door. I’ll let her know you’re here first,” I tell him, keeping my voice low. King nods as I walk down the few steps before stopping in front of Aliyah. “Your husband’s here. You should take him home before he eats everything in my pantry.”
Montana jolts and her body stiffens, but she doesn’t move her head to look around. She keeps her gaze focused on the screen.
“Right, well, it’s been great hanging out with you, Montana. Maybe we can do it again sometime?” Aliyah smiles as she pushes up from the chair.
“Um, thank you.” Montana smiles back at her.
“Thanks, Lia.” I pull Aliyah in for a hug, drop my arms, and watch her walk away.
“Anytime,” she says.
I fill the seat that Aliyah just vacated and reach for Montana’s hand, entwining my fingers with hers. “How’s your morning been? Lia can be a bit chatty.” I chuckle.
“She’s nice. I like her,” Montana says, though she’s yet to look at me.
“That’s good. What have you been up to?” I ask as my thumb rubs small circles along the top of her hand.
Montana glances at our joined palms before refocusing on the screen. “Nothing really. We just watched movies.”
