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“Having such hottie friends. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t say that, especially in front of the young impressionable minds but holy—” She doesn’t say it but mouths the wordfuck.

Colin catches it, shaking his head with silent laughter.I saw that. And gross.

Kinsley purses her lips and points at him before signing back.Mind your business.

You could be more discreet.

Whatever. You love me.

Sometimes.

Ryan pushes himself to his feet, fanning out his shirt in Oliver’s direction. “If you’re free tonight, you could come over for the poker game. Some of the guys will be there. Hockey players, too, if you’re into the whole skating thing.”

Kinsley’s entire face lights up while mine scrunches. “Wait. You have a poker game tonight?”

I was hoping for a nice quiet evening, one where I could lock myself in my room and avoid Ryan and the inevitable conversation I need to have with him. Mostly because I have absolutely no clue how to actually have it. Hence why I jumped Ryan in the SUV and nearly dry humped the man to death after he went all caveman and chased off my date.

I have zero experience in ... well, most everything.

As sad as it sounds, Paul was the only man I’d dated. That’s it. He’s the extent of all my dating and sexual history, with the exception of the night Ryan and I spent together years ago.

I need some time to myself, time to figure this out.Basically, spend hours on the phone with Poppy and Kinsley freaking out. There’s no way I can do that with a house full of athletes.

Ryan lifts his arms over his head and stretches, first leaning to the left, his shirt once again lifting up on his abs and then to the right. He’s doing this on purpose, I know he is, but I can’t look away. “Sorry, I must have forgotten to mention it. The guys want to meet you and Oli.”

Kinsley squeals, and I’m still momentarily distracted by the abs. But then his arms drop, and just like that I can think again. “Didn’t I just meet the guys?”

“Yeah, but it’s hard to talk when you’re sweating out your life force. Plus, there are more. My half brother is coming too. Oh, and some of the WAGs will be there.”

“The what?”

“Wives and girlfriends. Figured you guys should meet since you’re one of them.” Ryan smirks at me and has the audacity to wink. Kinsley sighs and there’s nothing I can say here. Nothing. “Everyone ready to leave? Oliver? I thought we could check out the science center after lunch.”

“I hab only been waiting foreber.” He hops down from the couch, handing me his iPad. “I hope you’re going to shower.”

“Don’t you have a whole-ass party to set up for?” I lower my voice, whisper yelling in his direction.

“Language, June bug.” Ryan smiles, sauntering my way and tossing an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t worry my future wife, I have an assistant taking care of everything. As for this shower.” He lowers his voice, his lips ghosting across the shell of my ear, and my core clenches. “We can take one together to conserve water.”

“Don’t push your luck, Devlin.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetcheeks.”

Kinsley laughs behind us, following us out of my office. “Wait till I call Poppy. Football daddy for the win.”

They’re going to be the death of me. They really are.

Chapter Thirty

Dean: Wow. Future wife. Moving a little fast, Devlin?

Gordon: You’re all over the internet. People are going wild for you and June. I don’t know what the fuck BookTok is, but apparently you’re responsible for making football romances popular again.

Gunner: Were they not popular?

Dean: Everyone knows hockey is the superior sport.

Gunner: Can you remind me what position you play?

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