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He had a plan for that.

Grady made a sour-lemon face. “Why should I trust you to do that?”

“Hey, your sister’s the one who said you should get a hookup app. It’s not like I’m going to sign you up for Chaste Christian Singles.” The app finished installing, and Max typed in a username and password, saved them to Grady’s password-manager app, and navigated over to the profile questions. “I’m already being way more helpful.”

“I don’t need your help.”

Yeah, right. Max snorted. “Okay, bud. Have you gotten any messages that aren’t dick pics or accusations of catfishing?”

He took Grady’s stony silence as an answer.

“Look, this is easy. I bet I can fill out most of it for you anyway. Then all you have to do is check yes or no on the people you match with. If you hate it, you can delete the app and no harm done, right?” Max put on his best Helpful Teammate face. He needed to remind Grady that Max was a different guy off the ice. Grady, who wasn’t, kept forgetting.

“Do what you want,” Grady said reluctantly. “You will anyway.”

Now he was getting it. Hopefully it took him longer to catch on that Max was actively sabotaging him. “Awesome.” He left the personal information to fill in later and scrolled down to the fun part. He cleared his throat and made a show of getting comfortable against the headboard, legs crossed like a pretzel. The more annoying he was, the less attention Grady would pay to what he was doing. “So, Grady.” He looked up and injected his voice with gravitas. “Are you looking for someone to go out with, or someone to come home to?”

Grady’s cheeks went red. “That is not one of the questions.”

“It is too.” Max held out the screen to prove it. “See? They want to match you with someone who wants the same things you want.”

He half figured Grady was going to call the whole thing off right there, but finally he said, “Come home to.”

“Aww,” Max said, more sincerely than he intended. Grady scowled anyway, so at least his slipup went undetected. Then he scrolled down to the notes section underneath the answer. “I’m going to add that you’re an antisocial dick who travels too much and you want someone to bone when you get home.”

“Helpful,” Grady said, flat. “Appreciate it.”

“Next question,” Max went on without acknowledging him. “Which is bigger, the earth or the sun?”

Grady gave him a flat stare to match his voice.

Yeah, okay, fine. “My dick,” Max said aloud as he filled in the comments section under the question.

Grady made an indignant noise.

“When do you expect to have oral sex? Second date, obviously. Next question, who calls the shots in bed?” Max didn’t bother waiting for a verbal response for that either.

Apparently not being included was getting to Grady, because he asked, pissy, “Do you actually need my input for this?”

Max paused for a sip of water and considered. “Probably not.” He went back to the questionnaire. “What is your attitude toward polygamous or open relationships?” He snorted. “Yeah, no, you’re a possessive asshole, so—”

“Hey! What makes you say that?”

Max lifted his head. “Really?” Then he tilted it to one side and pointed. “I’m literally wearing your teeth marks on my neck and we’re not even dating.”

Grady exhaled loudly through his nose.

“You going to tell me I’m wrong?”

“No,” he said through aforementioned teeth.

Beaming, Max moved on to the next question. “Okay, essay portion. Hit me with your ideal first date. What are you, a coffee guy? Do you like to torture men by making them go on a run with you? I’m assuming hand jobs in an arena basement is not your go-to.”

Grady flopped backward on the bed.

Holy shit, had Max actually annoyed him to death? If so, talk about a plan backfiring.

“Uh. Grades?”

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