Page 46 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

We finally reach the cooler.

“Lovett. How’s it hanging?” Beans holds his hand out for a fist bump.

“Long and to the right.” I knock his fist. “Beans, this is my girl, Cammie. Cammie, this is Beans. He’s an enforcer.”

“Hi, Beans.” She bumps his fist. “I don’t know what an enforcer is, but judging from the size of you, I’m guessing you enforce…something.”

Beans laughs. “You’re fucking hilarious.” He turns to me. “She’s hilarious. And cute. Keep an eye on her.”

“She’s pretty good at taking care of herself.” I hug her tightly to my side.

She gives me an arched brow that makes my dick feel things.

Beans gives her a doubtful look. “What can I get you? We have wine, hard seltzer, cider, shots, and pop and water if you’re riding the edibles train.”

“I’ll take a seltzer, please.”

Beans passes her a can. I grab a beer, and we make our way over to Brody.

He frowns when he sees us. “I thought you were going to the movies.”

“Dinner took longer than expected,” I explain.

His frown deepens. “So you came here?”

“Yeah. I wanted to introduce Cammie to our teammates.” I give her a squeeze.

She smiles but it doesn’t look super convincing. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

“Yeah. Through the sliding door, down the hall, first door on your left.” I point toward the house.

“Can you hold this?” She passes me her drink.

“For sure.”

“I’ll be back.” She kisses me on the cheek. “It’s nice to see you, Brody.”

“You too, Cammie.”

I watch her walk across the lawn, hands tucked into her pockets. She’s so fucking beautiful.

Brody kicks me in the shin as she disappears inside the house.

“Ow. What the hell?”

Brody gives me his famous dad look. Sometimes I swear he’s channeling his inner fifty-year-old. “What the fuck, bro?”

“What the fuck, what?”

“Why would you bring Cammie to a hockey party?”

“I already told you. Dinner went long and we missed the movie.”

He stares at me.

I stare back.

“I wanted to introduce her to our teammates.” I’ve already said this.

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