Page 18 of Huge Pucking Play

“I mean, did you get a look at how broad his chest is? And those shoulders…good lord. Can you say tasty?”

"Adam!" I laugh, shaking my head and putting my finger over my lips, motioning that he needs to be lower his voice. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but Garrett's not gay."

He arches an eyebrow. "Oh? And how would you know that, Miss Lockhart?"

I hesitate, biting my lip. "I...may have met him before. In Vegas."

Adam's jaw drops. "No. Way. You need to spill right this very second."

"We, uh...hooked up," I admit, my cheeks flushing.

"Holy shit!" Adam squeals, grabbing my arm. "You slept with the hot new coach? Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

I shush him, glancing nervously at the door. "Keep your voice down! It was before I knew he'd be working here."

"Details, girl. I need details."

I roll my eyes. "It was just a one-night stand. At the Excalibur in Vegas."

Adam's grinning like a Cheshire cat. "So...do you still want to jump his bones? You must. I mean, look at the man."

"God, yes," I groan. "But after Marjorie's warning? That would be career suicide."

"Damn," Adam sighs. "What a waste of prime man-meat."

I smack his arm. "You're terrible. And don’t you tell a soul about this. I’m serious."

"You love me," he winks. "And, your secret's safe with me, babe."

When I’m back at my office I immediately text Sophie.

Cyn: Vegas mystery man is the new Blades coach! Don’t tell a soul about us. Including Evan!

Sophie: You are kidding me?? That’s crazy! My lips are sealed.

I hope so. I don’t need anyone finding out about this. If Marjorie catches wind of it, she will absolutely fire me.

I tug gently on Oscar's leash as he sniffs at yet another fire hydrant. "Come on, buddy. Mommy's got stuff to do back at home."

I’ve always wanted a puppy, and the day I picked up Oscar from the Bernedoodle breeder was one of the happiest days of my life. I had no idea he would require so much time and energy, though. I’ve heard some people even compare it to caring for a newborn.

The evening air is crisp, carrying the promise of fall. I inhale deeply, trying to clear my head. It doesn't work.

Garrett's face flashes in my mind. Those warm brown eyes. That chiseled jaw. The way his hands felt on my skin...

"Stop it," I mutter to myself.

Oscar looks up at me, head tilted. I can’t help but smile at his sweet face, a mix of black, brown, and white.

"Not you, silly." I reach down and scratch behind his ears. "Just your mom being dumb."

We round the corner, and I can't help but sigh. "What am I going to do, Oscar?"

He woofs softly in response.

"I know, I know. I need to talk to him." I bite my lip. "But how do I say 'Hey, remember me and that mind-blowing sex we had? Yeah, it can't happen again. And please don’t mention to anybody that it ever happened.'"

A jogger passes, giving me an odd look. Great. Now I'm the crazy dog lady talking to herself.

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