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Me: Cool. What’s his specialty dish?

“She’s the cook.”

Me: Okay, so what’s her specialty dish then?

When she stares at her knees and doesn’t reply, I regret asking the question, especially knowing their fate, until, finally, she murmurs, “Apple crisp.”

Her words are stilted though and her smile becomes forced as she spreads her legs slightly.

Conversation over.

I get the hint even if I wish I could bury my head in the sand instead.

Scraping a hand through my hair, I try to shift focus.

Because I wasn’t lying about her being beautiful, my dick’s never too slow to react to her, but there’s the bitch of the situation—I could keep talking to her. For hours. And hours. Learning more about her. Fixating on making her smile. Wanting to know what’s going through her head when her gaze turns distant.

She fascinates me.

And she shouldn’t.

But she does.

“How the fuck do you get yourself into these situations, Cole Korhonen?” I mumble to myself as I focus on the new desk the furniture store installed yesterday in my office rather than how she drops one of her shoulders so her shirt strap tumbles onto her arm, revealing the upper slope of her breast.

Dick starting to twitch, I heave a sigh as I type:

Me: Let’s get that pussy nice and wet for me…

CHAPTER 14

COLE

THE FOLLOWING MORNING

Star Shopping - Megami

Liam bumps fistswith me as he draws me into the Stars’ locker room for our first day of training camp.

You’d think that every locker room was the same as any other, but the investment Acuig, the owner of the New York Stars, put into the team is clear.

The Blue Demons weren’t small fry by anyone’s imagination, but this space is goddamn huge—twice the size of the one back in Jersey.

With a whistle, I sling an arm around his shoulder. “You ready to corral me, Leprechaun?”

He snorts and shoves me aside. “Not even going to try.”

“Thought it was your job.” I prod the ‘C’ patch on his pec. “Seeing as you’re Cap’n.”

“Just call me Crunch.” His nose crinkles. “I asked Gracie to demote me?—”

“You did what?” I sputter. “You’ve been working hard for that patch as long as I have!”

“Want it? She might give it to you.”

I glower at him. “What’s going on with you?”

He hitches a shoulder. “Wanted it before. Shit’s better but I’m not the same guy I used to be. Don't have the patience.”

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