Page 107 of Slap Shot Scandal
“So, Weston—how do you feel about my sister?” She pins her gaze on mine, and I choke on my beer.
Harbor slugs her sister. “Pipes…”
“Um…she’s great.” I stammer the response, my gut tight and face burning.
Nothing like getting grilled.
“She is, isn’t she?” Piper throws her arm around Harbor’s bare shoulders, narrowing her eyes at me. “If you do anything to hurt her, I will mess you up. And I mean it.”
Somehow, I don’t think she’s joking.
“Heard. Loud and clear.”
“Hey, hey…” Bennett strolls up, breaking the tension. “You must be Harbor’s sister. I’m Bennett. The cooler, more fun triplet. Also, better looking.” He shoots Piper a cheeky wink, and my stomach rolls.
Piper laughs, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and I wonder if I should be worried about the two of them. I bet they could get into a lot of trouble together.
“He’s mostly harmless.” I wave Callum over, wanting a back-up chaperone for Bennett. “And this is Callum, the goalie. Our other brother.”
“Oh, the goalie. Always very serious.” Piper purses her lips together, and Bennett snorts.
“Damn. She knows her positions,” he smirks, shooting her a flirtatious once-over.
Piper snorts at the double entendre and Harbor elbows her sister, a subtle warning.
“I’m not that serious. I prefer driven.” Callum tips his beer back, takes a long slug.
“I don’t think I need to ask who the fun one is here,” Piper says, staring directly at Bennett.
Shit.
I didn’t anticipate Harbor’s sister being a firecracker.
“I resent that. I’m extremely fun,” Callum says, his voice gruff.
“Prove it,” Bennett challenges. “Game of ping-pong, me vs you. Loser cannonballs into the pool. Clothing optional.”
“You’re on.” Callum sets his empty beer bottle on the closest table and takes off toward the game room, Bennett and Piper right behind.
“You okay leaving your sister alone with those two knuckleheads?” I ask, inching closer to Harbor.
“Sure. Callum’s there—he won’t let anything happen.”
“Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” I lean in, my lips hovering at the shell of her ear. Her sweet perfume tickles my nostrils and all I can think about is getting her upstairs, alone.
It’s reckless. Stupid, even. One wrong look from the wrong person and the whole season could blow up in our faces.
But fuck it—I need her.
“Let me give you a tour of the rest of the house.”
Her lips tip up in a slow smile and she nods, following me inside. I’m careful not to touch her, even though my fingers burn with the desire to press against the small of her back, lead her up the stairs.
Instead, I keep a respectful distance between us. Pretending we’re colleagues, just short of friends.
Eyes darting around the room, I duck upstairs with Harbor right behind. We tiptoe up the wooden steps, and I’m suddenly glad Bennett hired a DJ. The music’s so loud no one hears us, plus there’s tons of distractions. No one will even notice we’re gone.
Turning the knob to my room, I grab Harbor’s wristand pull her inside. Spinning around, I box her in with my arms, our faces inches apart.
