Page 65 of Icy Pucking Play

"I was distracted."

"By what?" Her smile turns wicked. "Memories of what happened at my office the night before?"

Both of us have been...distracted since that night in the cubicle. Three days of stolen moments between practices. Quick kisses in empty hallways. Late nights that turn into early mornings. Having Natalia at Julia’s house all weekend has given us the opportunity to be together twenty-four-seven except for practices.

"You're a bad influence," I tell her, rolling us so she's under me. I hold my body up a bit, worried about crushing her petite frame.

"Me? I'm completely professional." But her hands are already sliding across my naked ass. "You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself. Like, ever."

"You’re just very...distracting."

"Of course it’s all my fault."

I shut her up with a kiss, one that quickly turns into something more. Something that makes me forget about practice and…

My phone rings.

"Ignore it," Sophie breathes against my neck.

"It’s Julia. She'll just keep calling," I groan.

"Then answer it." Sophie grins. "I'll behave."

That's definitely a lie, but I grab my phone anyway.

"What?" I say abruptly.

"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine!" Julia's too-cheerful voice fills the room. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes. Goodbye."

"Wait!" She laughs. "Mom wanted me to remind you about Sunday dinner."

"I remember."

"And to tell you to bring your lady friend."

I freeze. Sophie, who can apparently hear Julia's side of the conversation, stops trailing kisses down my chest.

"My what?"

"Oh. Ohhhh, this is too good." Julia's clearly enjoying this too much. “You didn’t know? Apparently, Natalia was over at Mom's yesterday and couldn't stop talking about the pretty lady doing a feature on Ryland."

Sophie's eyes go wide.

"That's not…" I start.

"Direct quote from our dear mother, 'Tell Evan to bring the woman who's teaching my granddaughter hockey statistics. I need to meet anyone who can make math exciting’."

"Natalia talks too much," I mutter.

"She takes after her aunt." Julia's smugness is audible. "So, should I tell Mom you'll both be there?"

I look at Sophie, who's now hiding her face in my chest, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

"I'll...think about it."

"That's Evan-speak for yes." Julia sounds delighted. "I'll tell Mom to make extra marinara. Oh, and Evan?"

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