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That elicited a chuckle from both Spence and me. Carter was one of the most competitive people I knew. Only Gavin and Klaus Lagerfield from the Sound seemed to be on par with his competitive nature. But I’d seen his golf game before, and it was trash.

“Oh, you’re on.”

Since I was on my phone, I texted the other Spencer about tonight’s plans. Despite being around hockey for so long and knowing most of the team’s shit stirrers were some of your best friends, I still couldn’t get over the fact of how much I loved hanging out with both Spencers.

Spence shrugged. “Why not? Although, shouldn’t we get a fourth?”

I raised my phone and waved it at the guys since I was just waiting on a yay or nay from Levine. “Already on it.”

“You and your damn cellphone,” Carter grumbled. He was one of the few guys who didn’t seem to be glued to his.

I just pretended I didn’t hear him, especially since there were a few notifications that came in that needed my attention.

While I probably should have opened the message from Spencer Levine first so we would know if we had a fourth for some golf, I opened up the message from Annie instead.

Great job tonight, and someone wanted to show you something.

Attached was a photo of Eric holding up a sign that said, “Great job, Dad,” complete with him giving me a thumbs up and wearing my jersey. It absolutely melted my heart.

And it made me miss my family even more than I already did.

Too cute

Then I looked at Levine’s response.

I’m in.

“Deuce is in for tonight,” I said to the guys.

Carter shrugged on his jacket. “Come on, they’re going to be waiting for us.”

We got on the bus to get back to the hotel. That way, we could do our own thing at the golf course.

Chapter 28

Annette

AsIwalkedWalterback to the house, I was surprised to see an unfamiliar car driving around the neighborhood. Since it was a gated community, I recognized most of the vehicles or the drivers.

When it pulled into Terry’s driveway, it definitely wasn’t normal.

If he wasn't at practice, I would probably call him to ask if he knew who this chick was or if he was expecting someone.

I would have preferred to turn around and take Walter around the block one more time because I didn’t want a confrontation. Sadly, Walter wanted to go home and kept pulling me. Even with the D-prong collar that was so good at helping to control the bigger dogs, he could still dictate things.

I tried to redirect him one last time by turning him away from the house, but he plopped his butt down and started to whine while looking longingly at it.

Great, just great.

Since I couldn’t bear to hear Walter’s whimpering, I decided to suck it up and see what the hell was going on at the house.

I took a deep breath and pulled up on the leash a little bit to make sure Walter didn’t try to jump at her. Lord knew if she was a dog person, and not everyone wanted to be greeted by a big, playful boy who wanted to give everyone kisses.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

The woman turned around and immediately backed away from Walter. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

Folding my arms, I replied, “This is my home.”

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