Page 115 of Double Pucked

Unlike my mother, they have no qualms about asking theat the same timequestion.

But I don’t kiss and tell. I just give a coy shrug and they move onto other queries.

“Do you always go out together?” Kimora asks.

“We’re figuring that out, but no, not always. Sometimes I hang out with Chase. Sometimes Ryker. And sometimes it’s the three of us.”

“And do your parents know?” Prana asks.

“They do, and they’re not totally freaking out. Just partially freaking out.”

“And their parents?” Aubrey asks, pointing to the guys.

Ivy laughs and raises a hand, swiping her dark hair from her cheek. “I’ll take this one. Our mom is completely cool with it and so is Chase’s. But they also were used to those two sharing toys when they were kids,” she says with a wicked grin, like she’s been dying to make that comment for some time.

“Well played,” Aubrey says approvingly, then the conversation returns to more questions.

“Do people look at you when you all go somewhere?” Prana inquires.

I nod to the big packs of burly men several feet away. “Well, they all did. But I suppose I would too,” I admit, then my gaze snags again on that group of men.

I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure Ledger’s checking us out with obvious interest in his eyes. But is he looking at Aubrey or Ivy or one of the other gals?

I’m not sure, but I see sparks in his dark eyes from a distance.

I’ll have to talk to my guys later and ask what they think, but for now, I chat more with my friends, then I join my boyfriends for a picture.

Later that night, as we’re all settled in on the couch, I prep it to post on Ryker’s social feed with the captionTwo rivals and their girlfriend. But I add a heart.

I show it to him and he arches a brow. “Really? A heart emoji?”

Chase cracks up. “It’s just an emoji.”

“It’s a whole new image,” Ryker grumbles.

“It’s a whole new world,” Chase corrects.

I look from one man to the other. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

* * *

I don’t wake up to a welcome wagon on social media. There are plenty of questions, side-eyes and WTFs from hockey fans. At breakfast, Ryker’s and Chase’s notifications are blowing up with questions, and requests from the media—not even the hockey media. But from Page Six, and other celebrity sites.

It’s still so weird to me. So surreal.

I do worry about them. They’re mine after all. I can’tnotworry. I set a hand on Ryker’s strong arm. “I hope this doesn’t mess things up for you with the team, and with everything we were trying to do,” I say. “Especially after the podcast thing.”

“It won’t. The team wasn’t even upset about that. They get that we can’t control the media. They just wanted me to show more of myself online,” he says, then faux shudders.

“You still hate that,” I say, laughing.

Chase laughs too. “He probably always will,” he says.

“Damn straight,” Ryker confirms. “But I’ll do it anyway. Since it matters to the people I care about. Like my team.”

And I fall a little harder for him.

Then I turn to Chase. “Is this going to distract you? What if I was the bad luck charm?”

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