Page 27 of Triple Pucked
Shay’s eyes twinkle with mischief, before he whips his head side to side, spraying D’Angelo’s face with water droplets.
Predictable.
D’Angelo splutters in shock.
Robyn laughs.
“You’ll regret that later,” D’Angelo growls.
“I won’t.” Shay licks a tear of water off D’Angelo’s cheek.
D’Angelo’s long eyelashes flutter.
D’Angelo doesn’t push Shay away but holds him closer.
“How are you feeling, cucciolo?” D’Angelo checks in. “Don’t think that I missed how little you slept last night. Are you truly okay with moving in here?”
Shay looks down. “Don’t get me wrong, darlin’, this is the best surprise of my life. I bloody love that you want to live with me, even if I have already broken two probably priceless heirlooms.”
“Two…?”
“Wait, didn’t I tell you about the incident with the hockey stick and the mirror…?” Shay wets his lips. “What I’m trying to say is that I love it here. It’s just that it’s large.”
It’s large.
Two words.
There is so much that he’s saying and yet not saying in those words.
Shay glances across at me for understanding and support. I meet his gaze and nod.
His shoulders relax.
Yet I’m relieved that I can see the same understanding in D’Angelo’s expression.
It’s why I trust him with my brother.
I would tear off the cock of anyone who hurt my twin.
“And you?” D’Angelo arches his brow at me.
“I miss Puck,” I admit.
Puck is the squirrel who lived in the tree behind the house, which I was previously living in. She would scamper down the branch and visit me.
She wasn’t a pet. She felt even more important than that.
I had a cat as a kid in England, Silky. She was my closest friend. I could talk to her in a way that I couldn’t with anyone else.
If I hadn’t needed to follow Shay into the NHL, then I would have trained as a vet.
I miss having an animal around. They are better than humans.
D’Angelo points at the tree mural. “Look closer. I had her painted.”
I stand up and walk to the wall, peering at the mural.
A tiny red squirrel peers out from a hole in the tree.
