Page 58 of Puck Princess

I make my way down the aisle towards the chaos.

“Well, look who has decided to grace us with his first-class presence,” Dax jokes.

“As soon as you’re ready for a respectable woman’s company, I’ll let Callie sit back here.”

“Well, aren't you a protective boyfriend?” Heath teases, earning a laugh.

It may seem like they’re having a good time at my expense, but the only reason they’re having a good time at all is because I led us to a victory. So, I take it as a compliment.

“What the fuck do you guys want?”

“We want to know how serious you and Callie are,” Heath says.

“Why the hell is that your business?”

“Because your all-night sex got us run into the ground for three hours,” Dax points out. “I think we deserve some answers.”

Everyone nods in agreement. And… they have a point.

Plus, I don’t mind spreading the word.

“Serious,” I say simply, hoping they’ll leave it at that.

I should know better.

“Like, hot-and-heavy-in-the-sheets serious?” Kason asks, sipping on a mini bottle of cinnamon whiskey he snuck onto the plane. “Or, like—” He bats his lashes and makes kissy faces like a child until the team busts up.

At least they’re all in good spirits.

Mostly because they’re loaded with spirits. Which is why having this conversation is pointless.

“Sure.” I roll my eyes. “Why don’t you all cool it with the free booze and?—”

“Obviously, the girl has a type.” Spencer stumbles down the aisle. I don’t even have to look up to know he’s sloshed. I’m surprised they even let him on the plane. Then again, his dad has a lot of “connections,” too.

“A type?” Lance asks before I do, clearly as annoyed as I am.

Spencer stumbles to a stop, almost running into me. He breathes into my face and it’s a miracle the entire plane doesn’t burst into flames. “Hockey players.”

My jaw tightens.

I don’t know how Callie and Spencer know each other, and the more I know him, the less I want to know. If they have a past, I don’t want to picture it. Or I’ll kill him.

“Now, she’s into ‘hockey player.’ Singular. That’s all I care about.”

Somewhere on this plane is Coach Coleman, and I’m not going to be caught getting in my second fight of the day with Santos. Especially when he’s hammered drunk. He can barely stand. It wouldn’t even be satisfying to bounce his skull off the flight attendant cart.

“You’re dating a chick with a pro athlete track record, and you don’t even know the body count?” He’s loud, grappling for attention. “Are you sure that’s wise, Sharpe?”

I meet his bloodshot eyes. “I don’t think it’s wise for you to talk to me about my girlfriend.”

“That’s right.” He puts a hand over his mouth, eyes comically wide. “I’m not supposed to say her name. You supposedly don’t care who she’s with, but you’re threatened enough that I can’t even say her name. What’s wrong, Sharpe? Worried she’ll come crawling back?”

I whirl on him, chest bumping into his hard enough he staggers back. “Walk away, Santos.”

Spencer throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just looking out for you, brother.”

“I’m not your brother.”

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