Page 26 of Good Vibes Only
“Crazy,” Connor quipped. “And it’s even crazier to think it wasMcKaylahe was talking about all morning at practice yesterday.”
Oh no.
“Wait. He was talking about me?” McKayla asked.
I discreetly drew a thumb across my throat, trying to get them to stop before anything else was said.
“Yup,” Brock said.
“What’d he say?”
“I don’t remember exactly,” Brock said, playing coy. “But I’d say you made quite an impression on Showtime.”
Okay, I can live with that,I thought.
But then Connor opened his mouth.
“Yeah, you anddat ass, girl,” he said, grinning.
Oh lord.I palmed my forehead.
“Oh really?” McKayla turned to me. “What were you saying about my ass, Brett?”
“Ha.” I ran a hand through my hair, a heat swirling in my cheeks. “Nah. Nothing, really.”
The boys were getting a kick out of this:
“Holy shit! I’ve never seen Showtime speechless before!”
“He’s turning red!”
“Nothing, huh?” McKayla teased. “So you just happened to talk about my ass at hockey practice for no particular reason?”
“Alright, Imighthave mentioned that the girl from the sex shop happened to have a—” I cleared my throat and said diplomatically, “—a very nice buttocks.”
“Uh-huh.” McKayla bit her lip, trying to look pissed—but I could tell she was actually trying to keep a smile from spreading. “And I’m sure that’s theexactphrase you used, too.”
“Exactly,” I lied and flashed her my smile.
“Mm-hm. Sure,” she said, a sparkle in her eyes.
“Nah,” Connor butted in again. “I think the phrase he used was, ‘the biggest little ass he’d ever seen.’”
I gritted my teeth and glared at Connor.Dude! Why?!
“Biggest little ass?” McKayla’s brow furrowed. She arched her back and looked over her shoulder, peeking at her own behind. “I … I don’t know if I should feel flattered or insulted. What does that even mean? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“If it makes you feel any better, it’s definitely not an insult,” I said.
“I can back him up on that,” Connor said. “He wasn’t being insulting. He wasallabout that booty, actually.”
“Oh, lucky me,” she muttered. “So he wasn’t insulting me. He was merely objectifying me in front of an entire team of professional hockey players.”
Gulp.
And I thought our first meeting was bad.
I shot Connor a look that meant, roughly,Thanks a lot, pal.
