Page 79 of Pucking Tangled
As he walked upstairs, he noticed Mia’s bedroom door was wide open. Her light was off, blankets untouched, just the way they were the night before. Skeeter was curled up in the middle of the mattress like he had nowhere else to go. Like he was seeking solace from the one place that smelled like his favorite person.
Waylon snorted. “I feel ya, pup,” he muttered to the dog and himself.
If she wasn’t in her room, that meant she was in someone else’s.
His chest tightened.
"Well, shit."
He wasn’t stupid. Not by a long short.
Something had gone down while he was out.
Something big.
His mind wandered over all of the possibilities.
Did Casey finally pull his head out of his ass?
Did he and Owen claim her?
If so, it was about time. Waylon’s little stunt at breakfast must have been all the motivation Casey needed to confess his feelings.
Maybe was she with Luca again?
That almost felt like the softest blow to Waylon’s ego.
At least if she was with Luca, it wouldn’t feel like a missed opportunity.
Or worse…did all three of them make a move without him?
Had he been left out?
Yeah, he poked the damn bear. And he liked it.
He secretly enjoyed seeing the tension between them all snap.
He reveled in the way Casey lost his cool and stormed off.
Because he was an asshole like that.
Still, Waylon thought he had time.
Wasn’t that what they agreed to?
To let things unfold slowly. Naturally. One situation at a time.
So, why did it feel like they made a power play without Waylon even seeing the puck on the ice?
He scrubbed his hand over his face and continued staring up and down the hallway.
Waylon hated feeling like he was sitting in the penalty box while the game went on around him.
And he was damn sure done pretending he didn’t care what happened.
The very next time he saw her, he wasn’t waiting. No more subtle approaches.
No more smirking and dropping hints.
