Page 40 of Breakaway

Ah. There it was.

“Seriously, how do you do that? Know what I’m feeling when I don’t?” I wrapped my arms around his waist as I peered up at him.

“I pay attention to you. You’re my favorite source of entertainment.”

I rolled my eyes but kissed him anyway. “Thank you for being you.”

“Let’s go, Fam. I’m driving,” Dax said as he walked by. Fletcher and I followed, meeting Reed in the kitchen. He handed me a travel mug, and I swooned.

“You’re the best,” I cooed, taking it from him as he winked.

“So, who are we meeting?” Dax asked once he backed out of the driveway in my SUV.

“She’s on the board for Lux now, but she’s lived in this town her whole life. Her family’s part of founding members of the original school when Dmitry started it in the ‘80s,” Fletcher provided.

“And she’s the sweetest. She’s definitely on team Henley. She recently got remarried, and her husband is a huge hockey fan. Aggie said he will go full fanboy when he meets you both.”

“Just another reminder I don’t play hockey,” Dax muttered.

“Nah. I love that you’re outside of it. You help to keep us grounded.”

“Fine. But I’m getting a shirt made that says Dax’s girl or some shit.”

His cheeks flushed as he shifted, and I glanced at Reed, who smirked. We’d decided to get Dax a Lux jersey with his last name on it as an honorary member of the team. Fletcher was having HTC print it and ship it once it was ready.

“Please get it with ‘some shit.’ I’d pay money to see that,” Reed teased.

“Speaking of. Since Fletcher’s a billionaire and I’m assuming Reed you’re a millionaire or something, I think for our next house, we should get something with a pool. I want sexy times with Petal in the water.”

Reed snorted, shaking his head at Dax. Fletcher was busy on his phone, dealing with HTC stuff in his free moments, so he didn’t hear.

“Hey! What about me? I could be a millionaire. I played professional hockey, too.”

“Yes, but we all know there’s a wage gap the size of Canada between men’s and women’s hockey,” Dax said with a frown.

“Fine. You’re right. I’m not a millionaire, but I was smart with my money, especially since Carol didn’t take most of it.”

“No doubt, Petal. But this is our opportunity to become sugar babies. Just go with it,” he whispered.

The absurdity of his comment had me snorting so loud I choked on my breath, making a sound that resembled a cross between a cow and a chicken. Fletcher jumped, spinning to look at me. His eyes were huge as he peered into the back seat.

“Sorry.” I choked out between my laughter and coughing. Reed and Dax laughed with me, making me continue to fall into a round of hysterics every time I calmed down.

“What did I miss?” Fletcher asked as I managed not to choke on my own spit.

“Nothing,” I wheezed, unsure I could handle a repeat.

“I’ll tell you later, Daddy Fletch,” Dax said, patting Fletcher on the arm.

“You know, sometimes I miss the broody playboy you used to be. I don’t know how to take this wise-cracking, funny guy.”

“Too bad. This is who I am. All that dark energy has been sucked up through Petal’s vagina,” Dax quipped.

“Ew!” I laughed, smacking him on the arm. Dax chuckled, not bothered by his comment at all. It was strange to think how closed off he was initially, but I loved how carefree he’d become. I wouldn’t want the other version now that I’d gotten to know the real Dax.

He and Reed both had changed so much once they let themselves be loved. Maybe I did have a golden vagina… at least for these three knuckleheads.

The four of us quieted as we pulled into Aggie’s estate. My nerves fluttered up my throat, the house was as gorgeous and ostentatious as Carly’s had been.

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