Page 70 of Pucking Tangled
She told herself she wanted this.
Said it out loud.
But wanting something and knowing how the hell to make it happen were two very different things.
She could read a thousand “why choose” romances, but there was no real-life handbook for how to love four men at the same time.
Four men who all knew each other.
Who shared more than just a locker room.
They shared a house.
History.
There wasn’t a script that told her how she could kiss one, have sex with any of them, without making another man bleed.
And right now, she felt like every step she took toward one of them left a wound behind.
Except for Waylon, who seemed like he was just fine skating full steam ahead, consequences be damned.
There was no surprise there. He was the same way on the ice.
Even with a thousand differentwhat ifsrunning wild in her brain, she wanted this.
Wantedthem.
That part hadn’t changed.
But she needed a minute to breathe. To fall apart so she could pick herself back up and rebuild again. A moment to remember that this ran deeper than just one night, one fling.
She was Mia Abbott after all.
And when she stepped into their world again, it wouldn’t be to apologize for feeling too much.
It would be to decide what came next—withallof them.
She didn’t hearthe door open at first.
Just the soft sound of footsteps. Then the shift of weight as someone knelt beside her.
Her breath caught before she even looked.
Please let it be him.
It was.
Luca’s hair was damp and he smelled like his body wash.
His eyes found hers and softened.Searching.
“I thought I heard you crying, so I came looking for you.”
Of course he did. Because he was Luca.
HerLuca.
“You found me,” she sniffled.
