Page 68 of Enticing

Ginger ale? Soup?

Addie

No. We should be good.

Leo

Okay, sweetheart. See you at home.

Hey Addie . . .

Addie

Yeah?

Leo

I like the sound of that. Home.

Talk about a happily ever after come to life. I promised to bring you all the dirty deets on Leo Sinclair and his new bride, but even I didn’t expect to find this. Not only is Adelaide James the critically acclaimed romance author AJ James, she’s also the daughter of Greg and Felicity James, the late owners of the Boston Bay Hawks, who were killed when their private plane went down two years ago, along with the Bay Hawks head coach and his family, dealing a blow to the organization they still haven’t recovered from yet. But is that all, or could the new Mrs. Sinclair be hiding even more? Only time and this reporter will tell. Stay tuned, you beautiful people, and check back soon.

#KroydonKronicles #AMatchMadeInHockeyHeaven #HePutARingOnIt

LEO

Hockey is a superstitious sport. Some guys only use a certain stick or skates or tape. Others wear the same socks all season, and those fuckers smell like ass after a few games. By the end of the season, they should be burned. I had a goalie once, who legit laid all his gear out on the floor around him, and if you stepped on any of it, you’d better be prepared to get your ass kicked. Nix and I listen to the music being pumped into the locker room and lock in next to each other in the corner of the room we share with the Wilders.

But today, he’s not locked-in. He’s glaring at me. And he’s pissed.

“Is it true?” he asks after staring at his phone for a few minutes.

“Is what true?” I counter, having no idea what the hell he’s talking about. I’m pretty sure we got the wedding shit out of the way between last night and this morning.

I smile at the picture Addie just sent me. Izzy’s lying on the couch, her head on Addie’s lap, while Lennox sleeps on Addie’s chest. Not sure when these three girls turned into my whole world, but damn, it happened fast.

I blow Nix off until he shoves his phone in my face. “Does your new wife own the Boston Bay Hawks?”

Shit.

I grab the phone from Nix’s hand and read the article on the screen. I should have known theKronicleswould find this shit before we were ready to go there with everybody in town.

“Is it?” he groans, and Ares leans in, trying to see the phone.

“What’cha got there, Sinclair?”

“Dude.” A stress ball hits me in the head from across the locker room. “Your wife owns the Bay Hawks?”

The whole fucking team is staring at me, including Coach Kane and Coach Kingston, who just stepped out of their offices. Everybody wants an answer. One I don’t exactly have, and what I do have, I’m not sure Addie wants shared. But if theKroydon Kroniclesalready ran with it, I’m pretty sure her choice was already taken away.

Fuck…This just keeps getting better.

“Yeah. Addie’s family owns the Bay Hawks. But she doesn’t have anything to do with them. She’s an author, and she lives here. She’s also my fucking wife, so if any of you have a problem with that, let me know, and we can take that shit outside after the game.” I look around the now-quiet locker room. “We good?”

No one answers until Coach Kane repeats it. “Your teammate answered your question and asked if you’re good. Does anybody have a problem we need to know about?”

“No, Coach,” is echoed, and he nods. “Good. Then let’s get warmed up, men. Time to kick Minnesota’s asses.”

Nixon waits until it’s just us before he stops me. “Something’s going on with you, Leo. You were pissed as hell when you found out I was looking into a trade without talking to you. You’re a talker and a fucking big mouth. And you’ve stopped talking and stopped sharing. You’re keeping all your shit to yourself, and that’s not like you. You found my shit out fromHunter. I’ve had to find yours out from theKroydonfuckingKronicles. If you can honestly tell me that wouldn’t piss you off, I’ll shut the fuck up and won’t say another word. But I don’t think you can say it.”

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