Page 84 of The Hat Trick

“Collee is taking his sister back home since she leaves tomorrow, so if you were wanting two of us, he’s not an option.”

“Damn, well then, I guess it was just going to be Dumont tonight. Fine by me.”

Matt’s deep chuckle vibrates his chest, and I realize I’m still holding onto his dress shirt. “Get in the car, Bunny.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Collee is the only one allowed to boss you around?”

“He’s better at it.”

“That so?”

I shrug. “You listen to him too, don’t you?”

I know he does. I’ve seen it when we are all together, everyone knows Brent is the one in charge, and we all accept it. Plus, I’m pretty sure we all like it in our own way.

“Get in the car, I won’t ask again.”

“Technically, you haven’t asked at all, only demanded. Is this how you go through life, McQuaid? Demanding everything from everyone—” I’m cut off when he grabs me, yanking my body away from the door before opening it and shoving me inside. I yell out a protest, but he has slammed the door already.

He gets in the driver’s seat, and I’m glaring at him. “Now what’s your plan? If I leave with you anyone can see me.” I don’t know if that’s actually true, his windows are really tinted and it is nighttime, but I like the push and pull we have going on. Not that I’ll ever tell him that.

“Get in the back.”

I scoff, “More demands.”

“Fine, don’t, let people see you kissing Dumont, then leaving with me,” he says so casually as the car roars to life.

I look in the backseat, if it can even be called that. This car only has two doors, so the back is tiny. I look back at Matt who really looks indifferent about what I choose. He puts the car in reverse, and I yell out, “Fine, hold on.”

It takes monumental effort to climb over the middle console and into the back. My ass was not meant to squeeze in between the two seats, but somehow I manage, flopping into the back.

“That’s a good girl,” he smirks in the mirror at me, and I want to reach over and strangle him, but he flies out of the parking spot so I have no choice but to duck down as best I can.

I try my best to crouch down between the front seats and the back, but it is a tight fit. With the way Matt is flying I can only hope I won’t have to stay down here for very long. He slows down, and I’m about to ask what he’s doing when the window rolls down. Then, I completely freeze when I hear what is happening.

“McQuaid, will you sign my jersey?” a feminine voice asks.

“Of course,” he sounds way too cheerful for someone who I know is such an asshole.

“Can I also get a picture with you?” the same voice asks.

“As many as you want,” he replies, and I roll my eyes.

“You played so good tonight, Matt,” another female voice says.

“Sorry about the loss.” He doesn’t sound sorry, he sounds like he’s enjoying this. Which I know he is.

The girls giggle, “It’s okay, but if you were wanting a distraction, we can help you out with that.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble to no one.

“Oh really?” Matt flirts back, “And how would you do that?”

I hit his seat, but I doubt he can feel it through the thick leather.

The girls giggle again. “Maybe if you join us, you’ll find out.”

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