Page 89 of The Stud

“Wahl,” Khurana and I amend.

“This mint espresso martini cold brew or this smashing s’mores cold chocolate drink with a fun saying on it?” She snips at the same time she shoves the device towards him.

“Neither,” he uncomfortably murmurs. “I’m not interested in wheeling one of my teammates.”

Another resentful squeak escapes encouraging me to once more takeover the situation. “Prank Alert. Cap sends you to get him coffee ‘cause his princess kept him up all night singing that damnEncantosong again.”

“Ohhhhh, for fuckssake, Hoss, nowI’mgonna be singing that Bruno shit.”

“Which drink do you bring him to make his mood worse but ultimately yours better? The mint espresso martini cold brew or the smashing s’mores cold chocolate?”

“The mint espresso martini cold brew with the name Bruno instead of Cap.”

Evil chortles are attached to a playful wink further demonstrating my point.

The boys aren’t complicated.

You just can’t use the same boring plays again and again.

Same goes for Tanneroutsideof the barn.

He loves keeping his mitts silky yet loathes doing the same drills too often.

It’s why I booked us an afternoon spot in the randomBraveheartLarping activity that’s going on in Greyson Park.

Fake ax or hatchet wielding and foam shield maneuvering will be a fun and adventurous way to sharpen those skills.

Plus, what a weird yet totally us, official first date.

Double plus, that puckheadcosplays is gonna be a much better hashtag than the numerous man slut ones he’s been pulling since his transfer to the team.

As if he can hear me thinking about him, Tanner skates over next for a hydration break. However, to no surprise, Audrey jumps in to purr, “Froskkkkkyyyy…”

“Hm?” he hums around splashes of water delivered to his face.

“You’re sending me a drink-”

“That is awfully generous of me.”

“-as like a flirty way to warm up to asking me out for a real one later-”

“Am I sober in this fantasy scenario of yours?”

Not snickering is impossible.

Especially given that now I know the only reason he ever went for her wasbecausehe was too wasted to process it wasn’t actually me.

“Which of these drinks would you send me?” She angles the phone along with her chest towards him. “This mint espresso martini cold brew or this smashing s’mores cold chocolate drink?” Her eyelashes flirtatiously flutter. “Keep in mind there’s no wrong answer…”

Technically there’stwo.

Him sending heranythingwould be the wrong answer.

“Frosky,” Adelstein firmly calls from the nearby tunnel, “Hoss,” she adds forcing me to whip my head around to her, “Hennington’s office.Now.”

“Now?” my boyfriend that legally shouldn’t be my boyfriend nervously chuckles. “I’m in the middle of pracky.”

“And if you’d like to have a team to keep practicingfor,I suggest you don’t keep the GM waiting.” The quick spin on herheels results in her shoulder length hair flapping around as if telling us to “chop chop”.

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