Page 7 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

“For being in love with youtoo.”

My heart is beating at breakneck speed. I want to shout, pick her up in my arms, but I can’t doany ofthat. Shouting might draw someone’s attention, and with my arm in a sling, the latter is impossible, too. But I can kiss her senseless. I jump to my feet, and I’m seconds away from devouring June’s mouth again when someone tries the lock.

“Why is this door locked?”Wendy Wagner, Malcolm’s wife, asks.

Shit.

June looks at me, panicked.

“Maybe it’s locked because it’s the middle of the night?”Maya, Banksy’s wife, replies.

Why the fuck do they want to get in here?

“We can’t go in there, Mommy?”a young boy asks, and I have my answer. Malcolm’s kid probably wants to see the locker room.

“Ladies, can I help you with something?”Melissa asks.

“Tommy wants to check out the locker room. Do you know where we can get a key?”Wendy asks.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t have access to that. Snacks have been brought to the meeting room if you want some.”

“Good snacks?” Tommy asks.

“The best kind.”

“Idon’t want to see the locker room anymore, Mommy.”

“Okay, then.”

I let out a breath of relief. “That was close.”

June runs a shaky hand through her hair. “Yeah. Ihave a feelingthe last person who should find out about us is Wendy Wagner.”

“Your intuition isn’t wrong.Sherubs me the wrong waytoo.”

My phone vibrates in my pocket, making my heart skip a beat, thinking it’s Jake or Lachy replying to my texts. But it’s a message from Melissa.

MELISSA: Tell me you’re not in the locker room with June.

ME: Can’t. Is the coast clear?

MELISSA: Yes.

“What’s wrong?”June asks, probably noticing my grimace.

I shake my head. “Nothing. Are you ready to go?”

“Sure.”

It’s not a surprise to find Melissa waiting for us in the hallway.

“You’re a dumbass, Ryan,”she says before I have the chance to open my mouth.

“What? I wanted to show June the locker room.”

“Sure, that’s all you wanted to do.”

“I’m sorry,”June mumbles, softening Melissa’s expression.

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