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And with that, she’s walking away, and I don’t even get to say anything in return. I’m turned on just by hearing the sound of my name leave her lips, yet that bastard walks beside her, not even taking her hand or giving her the crook of his arm.

Madden blows out a long, agitated breath, shaking his head and then looks at me.

“So, that is the douche my sister is married to.”

“The fuck? That was her fucking husband?” I all but shout. I can feel the muscles in my jaw tighten, as I think about the gorgeous woman, who lit up the entire ballroom, being associated with a guy like him.

“Something is off. I swear,” Madden seethes. “I am this close to knocking him the fuck out.” He brings his thumb and forefinger to within about an inch of one another.

“Well, I swear, if I ever see anything like that again, my fist will meet his throat.”

“That’s good to hear. I like you, Grey.” He chuckles and I nod, feeling the same about him. “Come on, let’s go find some girls.”

He drags me over to a group on the other side of the room. It’s a buffet of a variety of different girls, but for me, the most beautiful girl to ever grace this planet just walked out the door with another man.

A man, who after five seconds of meeting, I could tell didn’t deserve to be within even a mile of her. Now that I know she exists, I don’t think I’ll be ever satisfied.

The blonde from earlier, Tasha or Sasha, I don’t recall her name, flirts shamelessly, making her intentionsextremelyclear, and asks if I want to leave. Giving me a wink, Madden heads for the door with the girl he just picked up.

We share a cab to our apartment building that the team has set us up in for our first year here. It’s nice and modern with a luxurious, expensive feel. There’s no way either Madden or I could afford a place like it yet.

I haven’t even looked around my apartment properly. Just the bedroom and the bathroom due to stupidly getting into town just a couple of hours before the charity dinner.

Madden and I go our separate ways as we exit the shiny elevator door, each with a girl in tow. I spend the rest of the evening buried in whatever her name is, wishing it was Coralie Madden instead.

Chapter One

Coralie

“Mooooom. The food’s here!” my son screeches as I hurry to answer Casey’s front door before him.

Casey, my twin brother, doesn’t live in a gated property—even though he probably should.

“Do not open that door, Jack,” I warn, and he nods impatiently waiting for me to unlock it. Pulling on the handle the door swings open and I catch the poor teenager on the other side who’s practically juggling our order.

“Do you think you can carry these bags?” I ask Jack, lifting them out of the kid’s hands.

“Of course, Mom. Have you seen these guns lately?” I chuckle along with the delivery guy as Jack gives us a little show popping his biceps before he takes the bags from me, and I get loaded up with the hot square boxes.

“Thank you,” I say while slipping the kid some cash. His eyes nearly bug out of his head at the folded bills, but he sputters out his gratitude and backs away toward his beat-up car.

It’s not okay to deliver to a hockey superstar’s house and not get a generous tip.

I close the door with my foot and head towards the noisy kitchen that’s filled with all our friends. It’s been quiet since Casey and his girlfriend, Anna, had some issues. But they’ve finally made up so now it’s back to regular scheduled programming and that’s just fine by me.

Especially because of how much I like Anna—or Pixie, Casey’s nickname for her. She fits in with our chaotic family, much like someone else I know, but let’s not go there right now.

It’s hard not to think aboutthatcertain someone though, when throughthe smells of the seven different pizzas I’m carrying, it’shiscologne I can pick out, lingering in the hallway.

Leathery, outdoorsy, manly, and it makes me close my eyes for the briefest of seconds while trying to inhale all I can. It’s the scent that calms me, that infiltrates all my senses in a way nothing else does.

Stealing myself, I take a breath and turn into the kitchen. Casey is already unwrapping the salads and sides Jack took in for me while the rest of our gang is seated around his huge dining table. I place the pizzas on the nearest counter.

“Nuh-uh Coralie. Right here.” My hotshot younger brother, Knox, taps at the wood in front of him and I roll my eyes, picking the boxes up and handing them over. His eyes, the same eyes reflected in myself and every one of my siblings, are constantly shining with a sparkle of mischief.

Just shy of four years younger than Casey and me, he’s fun, easy-going, and doesn’t take life too seriously, except when it comes to hockey.

Knox sorts through the pies and hands them out, while I grab a salad and sit back down.

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