Page 94 of Mr. Charming

He quirks his eyebrow and nods. “Of course. For Mason?”

I nod, not about to tell him about the little shit named Kyler who made my hit list a few minutes ago.

“No problem. The guys won’t care either. Mason will be at the game tonight, right?”

I nod and grab my bag, seeing the players lining up to get on the plane.

Tweetie walks over to his bag, and we fall in line as we walk toward the gate. I really hope people assume we’re talking business, because I don’t want news about us to get out until I can tell my boss, which I’m not about to do until I’m certain I’m prepared to give up this opportunity for Tweetie.

His hand falls to my lower back, and I circle around and give him a death glare, earning a laugh as always.

I don’t have it in me to complain about how much he wants to touch me, and he’s crazy if he thinks it’s not just as hard for me not to take him into that bathroom and fuck his brains out.

Forty-Two

Tweetie

I watch Tedi go to her usual seat on the plane as I plop down in mine. All three of my friends look at me. “What?”

They all laugh. “It’s good to see you smiling again.”

I nod, pulling out my phone and hoping that I get this handled before the plane takes off and I have to put it on Airplane Mode. Searching through my contacts, I find the right Toby. How do I know four Tobys? I really need to learn to put last names in my contact records.

Hey Toby, it’s Tweetie.

The three dots appear, and I really hope it’s not someone saying, “Toby who?” because he’s changed his number.

I know.

He’s just as much of a smartass as his sister.

I didn’t know if you’d still have my number stored.

I debated, but lucky for you, you’re a professional hockey player.

Thanks?

Tell me you’re not texting me to ask for my sister’s hand in marriage. Did my dad not respond or something?

“Who are you texting?” Rowan asks from across the aisle.

I glance at the window, seeing our plane is being de-iced again. Love flying in the fucking winter.

Why would you think that?

Because you two are demented, and now that she’s with the Falcons, I’m sure you’re going to give it a go again. Please tell me I’m wrong.

I think you should hear it from Tedi.

Don’t make me have to kick your ass.

If I hurt her, you get five good shots.

Deal. But really…

I’ll meet you today if you want to talk face-to-face. But I’m on limited time here. You have a son, huh?

You’re on a time crunch but you want to know about my son and how I’m a single dad??

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