Page 15 of In My Hockey Era
Hunter smirks.Smirks.
Kill me.
“I’m just saying, for you… I’m available,” he says, voice all gravel and charm.
And then—then—she giggles.
I nearly snap the shovel in half.
“Oh, come on,” I mutter, more to myself than anyone else, but Lucy hears me.
She turns, grinning.“Something wrong, Wilder?”
Yes.Yes, something is very wrong.My teammate is standing too close to you, you’re looking at him like he hung the damn moon, and I’m over here shoveling literal shit while the two of youflirt.
I glare at Hunter.He just raises an eyebrow, fully aware of what he’s doing.
Bastard.
I jab the shovel into the dirt.“Nothing’s wrong.Just enjoying my glamorous job over here.”
Lucy tilts her head, all mock sympathy.“Want me to trade places with you?”
I scoff.“No, Quinn.Someone’s gotta make sure this place doesn’t smell like—” I gesture around us, “—this.”
She grins, and my heart does thatstupid thingwhere it stutters in my chest.
Damn it.
Then, she pats Hunter on the arm—actually pats him—and goes, “Well, I’m gonna go walk a few of the dogs.Want to come?”
I grip the shovel tighter.
Hunter glances at me, and I swear he’ssmirking.“Yeah, why not?”
Oh,hell no.
I toss the shovel aside with a loudclang.“I’ll come too.”
Lucy blinks at me.“I thought you were busy.”
I flash a fake smile.“Nope.Suddenly free.”
She eyes me suspiciously, but I don’t care.No way inhellam I letting Hunter Cole and Lucy Quinn have amomentwithout me.
Over my dead body.
6
OVERTIME CONVERSATIONS
Bennett
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, lighting up the dark hotel room.I glance at the time—it’s almost midnight.Probably a teammate sending some dumb meme, but when I pick it up, Lucy Quinn’s name stares back at me.
I grin.
The message is short.Aggressive.
