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‘Mine?’
Nix grinned as he typed the next words. He was just so happy.‘Of course, bestie! This is fate! What movie should we watch first?’
Mules stiffened then very slowly he turned his head toward the window.
Nix bounced and waved.’Hi, bestie!’he texted.
The look of disbelief on Mules’ face was delightful. He rose then quickly stalked to the window.
Now that Nix had his attention, because let’s face it he always wanted Mules’ attention, Nix tried to see as much as he could of Mules’ apartment.
Behind, in what had to be Mules’ living room, were bookcases on every wall. And a lot of books. More books than Nix had even seen in some libraries. He bet Mules had read them all too.
‘You have to be kidding me.’
Nix shook his head, knowing that Mules could see him clearly.
‘Can I come over?’Nix asked.
‘No.’
‘Later? After the game?’
‘No. I don’t have people over.’
‘You should have your bestie over!’Nix pointed out.
‘I’m not sure I agreed to be best friends,’Mules replied.
Nix narrowed his eyes. Why was Mules teasing him? That was a smirk on his face.
‘Bestie! Don’t be that way!’
‘I need to rest before the game.’
Fine. Nix nodded and waved.
Mules closed the blinds, cutting off Nix’s access to him. Nix would continue to work on his new bestie. It was fate that they were so close together. This was totally like a rom-com or some shit. Nix had total main character vibes!
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Evan
Parking by the curb, Evan left his SUV running as he opened the driver’s door. The PAHL required them to show up dressed to impress. His light gray suit was starched, and he knew that he was looking good.
Nix had looked good earlier too. Standing on his balcony, so happy, waving to Mules like they really were the best of friends, dressed in a loose pair of shorts and nothing else.
Evan had a very comfortable life. Since returning to hockey, he’d bought a condo not far from the arena, he went to his mountain estate during breaks, and he had his books. His hoard.
One little fruit bat shifter was changing everything that Evan had thought about himself. Making him think back to the days when Evan had dreamed about having a partner to care for and dote on. When he used to spend his time away from hockey playing with men who wanted what he had to offer. Being a bigshot for the NHL had opened doors to Evan being part of the most exclusive BDSM club in the country.
He’d given up the club at the same time that he’d been dismissed from the NHL. Even though the club had been run by a paranormal, Evan hadn’t felt like he fit in anywhere. He didn’t trust the men that he’d played with previously.
As he’d hidden in his mountain estate, Evan had pushed down every Daddy tendency and instinct of his entire being.
For the past six years in the PAHL, Evan had thought that he was fine. Content. Now need rolled through him and it was getting harder to ignore. Evan was dreaming about Phoenix—Nix, his little shifter. Evan wanted the rookie like he’d never wanted anyone else.
He pulled open the door to his local coffee shop and stopped.
