“Fuck off,” I muttered.
“I guess he’s not wrong. Are you really sexting Josie right now?” Dom asked.
“Are we not entertaining enough for you?” Sin asked. “Not that I wouldn’t be sending dirty texts to Josie if she was mine.”
“Do you want me to punch you? Don’t fucking talk about her like that, asshole,” I gritted out.
“Yeah. Low blow on that, Sin. Do better,” Tally admonished his friend.
“You know I’m teasing. That woman only has eyes for you, man,” Sin said, holding up his hands.
“Shut up,” I bit out.
“Your phone is buzzing.” Dom nodded toward the device.
“I know that,” I muttered, not ready to pick it up yet, but Josie was probably wondering where I’d vanished to.
“As long as Ray didn’t figure out you were talking to his sister, then you’re fine,” Dom said.
“I feel dirty,” I groused.
“You could just tell Ray about you and Josie. I mean, what are your plans about her living in your place when he’s here?” Tally asked.
“She’s crashing at our place,” Timmy interjected from a few seats down.
Fucking hell. Was the entire table listening to this shit show? I glanced around.
Yup. The entire fucking team, give or take a few of the guys who’d already bailed for the night.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
“It’s fine. We can keep it on the DL. No one’s going to let it slip, right?” Tally asked.
They all nodded, but I already felt a bit queasy.
“Now, can you pick up your phone and respond to Josie? Sexting and then leaving her hanging is just rude,” Dom said with a wink.
Fuck. Me.
I flipped my phone back over.
Josie: I hope it’s nothing.
Josie: You looked so freaking hot on the ice last night. Did I mention that already?
Josie: Where did you go?
Josie: Hello??
That last text had just come through.
I stood up and tossed some cash on the table. “Good night, boys.” I wasn’t going to continue this conversation with all of my teammates up my ass.
“Hey. You can’t leave us hanging like that,” Sin said.
“Leave him be,” Tally said. “But fill us in tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Enjoy your sexting. Just check the name in the message box first,” Dom teased.