Page 231 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
I blow out a frustrated breath.
“Trust me, if I didn’t have to call you, I wouldn’t.”
“Fine. She’s a thirty-two D and/or a size six.”
“What?” I splutter, my head spinning.
“What? You’re calling because you want to buy her slutty lingerie, aren’t you?”
“No, Parker.”
“Shit, my bad.”
“If I wanted to do that, I’d just look at the sizes she wears.”
“Okay, so…what did you want?”
“I need her coffee order.” I cringe as I say the words. It seems so stupid now, but I didn’t want to guess and get it wrong.
“Oh,” Parker laughs. “I mean, it’s coffee; you can’t exactly go wrong.”
“Okay, but what’s her favorite? Her treat?”
“Aw, Kodie. Don’t make me think for even a moment that I could be wrong about hockey players.”
I chuckle. “We’re not all bad.”
“Diamond in the rough, huh?”
“Casey doesn’t seem to have any complaints.”
“Not from what I’ve heard, no. Good job, Big D.”
I shake my head, scrubbing my hand down my face. “So, coffee order?”
“Are you ready?” she warns, making me frown. How bad could it be?
“Always.”
“Venti iced caramel macchiato with an extra shot made with oat milk, extra caramel sauce, half the ice and sprinkled with a little salt.”
I narrow my eyes as I attempt to remember that blur of words.
“Got it?”
“Umm…”
“Kodie?”
“Yeah,” I ask, my head spinning.
“The fact you called and asked makes you better than any other guy Casey has been with before.” My fists clench at the thought of any man being near my troublemaker.
I don’t respond. How can I?
“I know this might not be a big deal to you, but I promise you, being with you is a huge fucking deal to Casey. Please, don’t hurt her.”
“Parker—”
