Page 76 of Mr. Broody

I lift my hand and give him a small wave.

Henry smiles and congregates with his teammates, skating around.

“Sit!” Bodhi tugs my arm, and I fall into the seat.

Kyleigh smiles at me over his head as though she wants me to enjoy how much this kid loves me. Oh boy, please let this work out. I won’t be able to bear it if this little boy is collateral damage.

“Daddy never lets me come to games on school nights.” He wiggles in his seat then gets up on his knees, leaning over and sucking his drink up with the straw.

“So, Eloise called me,” Kyleigh says. “She scheduled another dress fitting.”

“Oh.” I’ve clearly missed something since she hasn’t told me that.

“Who is Eloise?” Bodhi asks, his head volleying between Kyleigh and me.

“My best friend,” I answer. “I’ve known her a long time too.”

“I thought Daddy was your best friend,” Bodhi says with disappointment.

Kyleigh frowns.

“I can have more than one friend.”

“Not your best. You can only have one.” He raises his finger as if he has to explain it to me. “Mine is Micha.”

“Well, as you get older and meet more people, sometimes you can have more than one. Relationships change and morph.”

“Morph?” His little nose wrinkles.

I’m out of my league here. I have no idea how to answer him.

“Do you like my daddy?”

Kyleigh cringes, which conveys exactly what I’m thinking but trying not to show.

“Yes. I like your dad. We’re friends.” I cross my legs.

Someone pounds on the plexiglass, and I’m thankful for the distraction. Except it’s Henry. He holds his hand up to Bodhi, and Bodhi jumps out of his seat, slapping his dad’s hand from the other side of the glass.

“Good luck, Daddy!” Bodhi shouts, jumping up to keep slapping the glass.

Henry’s attention turns to me, and his eyes coast down my body and back up in a sexy way I hope no one else notices.

Kyleigh is too busy paying attention to Rowan, lifting her hand. He’s reading something in her palm. She kisses her other fingers and presses them to the plexiglass.

“Kick some ass,” she says, and he nods.

Conor and Tweetie skate over, each high-fiving Bodhi.

A bunch of fans rush over, and I hurry to pick up Bodhi before he gets trampled. He wraps his legs around my waist and his one arm is slung over my back. Henry high-fives a few fans, but his gaze never leaves us.

“Who are you?” the woman next to me asks. “The nanny?”

She says it with a sneer, and I want to put her in her place, but as of right now, we haven’t even gone on one date.

“She’s my daddy’s,” Bodhi says in a tone I’ve heard him use at playtime when someone tries to take the toy he’s playing with.

The woman doesn’t say anything, her attention going back to Conor, but they all skate away from the boards and wave one last time, heading into the locker room.

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