Page 43 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

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Trey

Another fucking knock on my door.

It felt like I’d barely gotten back to sleep after the last knock.

The guys were going out for supper tonight, then to hang out at Beau’s place.

And I swear to God, every member of the team had been by to make sure I knew what was going on.

I didn’t know what their problem was. I’d already told Beau I might stop by his place later. Which was a total lie.

The only things I wanted to do tonight included pizza, some cold beer, and a book.

Hayley ran over to Lexi’s place the second she got home.

So, I didn’t even have a dog to hang with.

I groaned as I sat up and pushed off the couch.

I yanked the door open. “No, I’m not—” I started, but then stopped in my tracks when I saw Jillian standing there.

“Sheesh, I didn’t even ask you anything yet.” She tilted her head. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, for crying out loud, come in.” I turned around and headed to the fridge.

“You certainly are a charmer,” she said behind me before I heard the door shut.

“Water or beer?” I asked her, then leaned inside to grab a beer for myself.

“Water, please.”

Damn.

I set my bottle down and grabbed us out two waters.

After I chucked one to her, I sat down on my spot on the couch.

“Looks like you have your own little cozy nest there.” Jillian nodded to the blankets and pillows on my couch.

“Thanks,” I said dryly and opened my bottle. “Is that why you came over? To check on the status of my daily routines?”

She tore off the top of her water and took a big sip. “No, but from what I can see—” she guzzled the rest of her bottle, “it looks like you order pizza, eat it on your couch, stick the leftovers in your fridge, fall asleep, walk to the fridge for more pizza, eat it on your couch, fall asleep. Rinse, repeat.”

I shrugged and drank my water. “So what? I also look after the dog most of the time.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You take her to daycare most of the time—even when you’re not at the rink or the gym.”

I shut my eyes for a few seconds, thinking of how the heck I could get this pestering woman out of my apartment. “What do you really want, Jillian. I’m sure you didn’t come here to judge my horrible dog parent abilities.”

She leveled her eyes on me. “What’s going on?”

I chuckled. “Well, right now, you’re interrupting a nap.”

Her lips flattened, and her look became more intense. “I’m serious. What’s going on between you and Lexi? You guys have this whirlwind romance, get married the same night you meet—and now she’s filed for divorce?”

I tossed my empty water bottle to the floor. “She thinks we broke up, I guess. You can ask her.”

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