Page 30 of Best Kept Secret
“She hardlywalked inon you,” Robbie guffaws. “She walked into the kitchen to get a drink, and you guys were fucking against the countertop.”
“It’sourhome!” Dallas throws his hands in the air with an exasperated huff. He glances at Happy and then at me. “Now Emily wants to schedule sex for when Millie’s not there.”
“Why don’t you just tell Millie to find a place of her own?” Robbie asks with a shrug, shampooing his hair.
My hackles rise at that. Millie living on her own in the city? I don’t like the sound of that one bit.
“I tried,” Dallas groans. “I told her I’ll find the place. It’ll be secure. I’ll cover everything. She doesn’t need to worry about a damn thing. But she refuses to take a handout.” He shakes his head. “She’s fucking stubborn like that.”
I can’t help but smile to myself because she sure is stubborn. But just as I’m pouring some cleanser between my palms, lathering it into a foam and massaging it into my face, Happy suddenly says, “What about Logan?”
“Huh?” My eyes fly open and bubbles infiltrate, burning like a bitch. “Ah, fuck!” I hiss, splashing my face with water and rubbing my stinging eyes. Blinking hard, I can barely even see straight as I gape across at Happy to find the asshole smirking. “What aboutme?”
“You have a spare room.” Happy shrugs, smirk lingering as his head falls back into the stream of water.
“You have two spare rooms!” I counter, my voice at least a few octaves higher than its usual register.
“Yeah.” Happy shrugs again, pushing his wet hair back from his face, grin lingering. “But I can’t guarantee I won’t try to fuck her…” He winks at me behind Dallas’s back, grin lingering.
“Like hell I’d let my sweet, innocent sister live within five blocks of either of your slutty asses.” Dallas barks a laugh, shutting off his shower. “I’ve vetoed the entire Upper East Side because of y’all.”
My spine stiffens with offense, because he’s one to fucking talk. Before Emily, Dallas Shaw was the biggest man-whore in the NHL, maybe even professional sports as an industry. He had an entire roster of women in every city that we played. I’m nothing like him, and even less like Happy.
“It’s not a bad idea. We’re away a lot. And at least you know she’s not living with some random,” Robbie says, turning off his shower and wrapping his towel around his waist. “I mean, obviously not Happy. I wouldn’t let a stray fuckin’ dog live with him.”
“You guys know I’m literally right here, huh?” Happy chortles, openly soaping his balls.
Ignoring him, Robbie continues, “I’d say she could stay with us, but Keller’s a wildcat, and I can’t be sure Millie wouldn’t stumble across us going at it in the kitchen either.”
“Loges?”
I release the breath I’ve been holding, glancing over my shoulder to find Dallas looking at me long and hard.
“Would you be okay with my sister staying with you?” He shrugs a shoulder. “Just until she’s earning enough to pay for her own place.”
With all eyes on me, I swallow hard, glancing at Happy over Dallas’s shoulder to find him watching me with a shit-eating grin, and I swear, it takes all I have not to throw my shampoo bottle at his stupid head.
“Yeah.” I offer a nonchalant shrug, trying so hard to act like I don’t care, when deep down, I absolutely do care. “Whatever.”
Turning back to my shower, I mutter a curse because whatthe fuck did I just agree to? Millie living with me. In my apartment. Surely this can only lead to trouble.
“Thanks, man,” Dallas says behind me. “I’ll talk to her tonight.”
Closing my eyes, I heave a sigh, my forehead falling against the wet tile with a thud.
Happy chuckles from over my shoulder, but I don’t look at him. I can’t. If I do, I might very well punch him.
“You’rewelcome,” he sings, teasingly.
I turn, watching him strut out of the showers with his bare ass on full display, and I shake my head. Happy fucking Slater.
Red: What the hell are you playing at?
Groaning, I stare down at my phone, at Millie’s message, pulling me from the Toronto versus Chicago game I’m watching. I’m not surprised. It was only a matter of time. Frankly, I’m shocked it’s taken this long to hear from her. I decide to play dumb.
Me: What are you talking about?
Red: I am NOT living with you!
