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The way he says it makes me laugh, and I can’t help but stick my tongue out.

“As long as I don’t need to go near the laundry room after a game day.”

Now the four of them are laughing.

“Let’s hire Wyatt to do our laundry,” Wolfgang encourages.

“God. If we invite him over, he’ll never leave,” Damien groans.

“He’ll even bring Mack, and they’ll just live here by default because Mickey would never let her friend go,” Ace teases.

“Can we invite them?” I offer.

“No.” All four of them groan, which has me laughing hysterically.

“I’m gonna text her!” I declare. “Maybe invite Dimitri, too.”

“FUCK NO,” Maddox huffs and has me up and over his shoulder in seconds. I squeal and laugh as he spins me around before running toward the house. “House Tour!”

“Wait a minute! We didn’t get to hug Mishka, dummy!” Wolfgang calls out.

“Then you better catch me, Augustus, or it ain’t happening.”

“You ass!” Wolfgang calls out. “Ace! Damien. Say some— WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALREADY RUNNING?”

“You snooze, you lose,” Damien calls out.

“And I ain’t about to snooze on Mickey,” Ace adds. “Get sprinting, Wolfgang.”

“Fuck! I’m a goalie! We’re not made to sprint!”

We laugh in reply, our loud antics echoing through the serene atmosphere.

I can’t believe I’m about to move in and live with four hockey players.

Four men I want to be officially mine.

~WOLFGANG~

“Why did we think this was a good idea?” I ask Damien, who’s sipping on some gin.

“Don’t know, but this is fucking hilarious,” he admits with a beaming grin while we watch a giggling Mikayla attempting to climb Maddox as if he’s a tree.

“The dose is way too high,” Ace concludes, yet takes another go at the blunt and shakes his head. “God, it’s addicting as fuck, though. Yo, Maddox. You better quit that smoke shit. This is the real deal.”

Maddox chuckles, looking completely relaxed even as Mikayla attempts to crawl on top of him.

“You’re talking to a tree, stupid,” Maddox acknowledges.

Ace just laughs and points to the tree in question.

“Good one. Good one.”

“O’Riley! Pay attention when I’m talking to you!” Mishka declares and points at his mouth instead of what I’m assuming would be his chest.

“Jagiya. He can’t say anything when your finger is against his lips.”

She blinks a few times, staring at Maddox as if she can barely see him with her squinted eyes.

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