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Sloane. The memory of her mouth, her touch, how she’d given me the best fucking blowjob of my life—all of it came flooding back in vivid detail.

I exhaled, pressing my palms against the edge of the counter, my head dipping forward as the memory hit me like a slap to the face: her laughter low and teasing, the way her eyes sparkled as she’d sunk to her knees.

I straightened, and took a step to the shower…when something stopped me. An idea. Maybe it was the hangover talking—or the remnants of the champagne-fueled haze—but I reached for my phone on the counter.

Turning on the camera, I framed the image, angling just enough to capture the mark in all its glory. One quick snap and I had it: the perfect picture.

Fuck the Stanley Cup, I’d just gotten my trophy.

Still staring at the screen, I grinned, and headed to the shower, extremely pleased with how my life was going.

CHAPTER29

LOGAN

“This was a really good idea,” I said dreamily as I stared at the ceiling, idly stroking the Stanley Cup as it sat on the ground next to me.

“Oh Stanley Cup, oh Stanley Cup, how lovely are your…” Ari belted to the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree” as he put his hand over his heart.

“Please stop,” Lincoln groaned, not actually sounding annoyed by it. “It’s not even Christmas.”

It was probably hard to be annoyed at anything when you were this drunk. Everything was happy, happy, happy.

“What’s happy, happy, happy?” Camden asked, plopping down on the other side of the Cup.

Oops, I’d said that part out loud.

“Everything,” I answered. “Absolutely everything.”

“You know what we need?” Ari said suddenly, cutting off his song mid-verse.

“Are you going to tell us?” Disney asked, when at least three minutes had passed.

“I was just making sure all of you were paying attention,” he said, holding onto the wall.

“What are you doing?” Lincoln muttered.

“Does the room seem to be spinning? Or is it just me?” Ari asked.

We all were suddenly looking around the room.

“I think it’s spinning,” I told him, shaking my head and making thespinningworse. “Hold onto the Cup, Hero,” I drawled. “We can’t let it get away.”

Camden grabbed it with both hands. “Wait, you forgot to tell us what we needed,” Camden said. “I can’t hold onto Stanley forever.”

“It’s been three seconds,” Walker said, shaking his head.

“Tacos! We need tacos from Maria’s!” Ari said, pointing his finger.

“Do you think Maria’s will also be spinning?” I asked, not sure how that would work.

“Definitely not. This place is the problem,” Ari said. Walker and Camden both nodded their heads in agreement.

“My place is not the problem,” Lincoln said, as he tossed another shot back. “Monroe loves this place.”

“Well, she ended up with you. So her taste is questionable, don’t you think?”

Lincoln gaped at him…as did Walker.

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