Page 60 of Pucking Tangled
Three sets of eyes landed on her the moment she crossed the threshold.
Waylon, who was standing over the stove cooking breakfast, lifted a brow.
Owen was pouring a cup of coffee and glanced at her. His cheeks flushed then he quickly looked away.
But Casey stared at her like she’d just broken his heart.
What the hell?
She forced a smile and moved toward the coffee pot. “Morning.”
“Looks like someone had a good night,” Waylon whistled.
“Shut up,” Owen muttered.
She kept her eyes on the mug she filled, but the weight of their stares burned through her.
It felt like the temperature had been turned up to a hundred and ten.
Mia pulled another mug out of the cabinet and poured Luca a cup.
“We cleaned up everything from last night,” Casey snapped. “You’re welcome.”
“Thank you.” The sound of Luca’s voice startled her.
He must have smelled food and had the same reaction she did.
Seemingly not bothered by the other men’s curious glances or the possessiveness rolling off of Casey in waves, Luca stepped up behind her and reached around her for his coffee. “Thanks for making this for me,” he kissed her cheek.
Bold move,she thought to herself.
“Figured you two love birds might be hungry after keeping us up all night,” Waylon snickered. “Grab a plate and eat up.” He slid a large plate of pancakes across the island. “I’m finishing up theeggs now.”
Casey
Casey was on high alert ever since they left the house last night.
He knew what was going down…what Luca had planned.
What was worse was the fact that he essentially gave his blessing for the whole thing to happen.
And now, nothing could calm his envy.
Not even a date with Owen or a wild night of sex with the man.
Thankfully, Owen understood at least a fraction of what Casey was feeling and accepted it.
It was early—too early—and Casey hadn’t even finished his coffee yet when the two love birds joined them in the kitchen.
It was bad enough that they were all still trying to adapt to postseason life and being knocked out of the playoffs. Casey felt like he was hanging on by a thread.
Then Mia had walked into the kitchen withLuca’shoodie on. Her hair was a tangled mess and her face was glowing in that, “I’ve just been fucked six ways to Sunday” kind of way.
Luca and Mia hadn’t just slept together. He could tell it had been something more, and now she was wearing his teammate’s clothes.
For years, Mia only worehishoodie.
God, he should’ve been happy for Luca. He’d rooted forthe guy. Hell, he’dagreedto give Luca space. One night. One chance.
