Page 67 of My Husband Problem

Declan doesn’t respond. I wouldn’t be surprised to know that Declan has no idea what Game of Thrones is.

“How does someone get an invite to this amazing event?” Beckett asks, reaching out and taking Quinn’s hand in one of his, then taking Hudson’s with his other. He strokes a thumb over both of their knuckles. “I’ll do anything.”

“You’re invited,” Quinn says, shaking her head. “But you have to watch season one.” She looks at Hudson, who nods, then says to Beckett. “Twice. So you know everything before you show up. Because you cannot talk while we watch. That’s what got Jasper booted.”

Hudson is suddenly serious. “We mean it. Jasper wouldnotshut up.”

Beckett holds up both hands, sitting back slightly. “Of course. I’d never.”

Everyonearound the table laughs at that.

“Okay, so we agree there need to be little knights on top of the pucks we shoot for this, right?” Beckett asks the group. “Otherwise it doesn’t make any sense.”

Wes and Lawson snort, and Alex says, “Right,that’sthe part that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Okay, we can go over all of that practice,” Declan says in his I’m-the-boss-and-you-will-agree-with-me voice.

I tingle a little.

Beckett nods. Predictably. Beckett Moore is very used to charming his way into and out of most situations, but there’s no way he’s going to win with Declan.

Then he brightens as he realizes what Declan said. “So you’re into this? Seriously?”

“Of course,” Declan says smoothly. “And you can tell me where in the George R.R. Martin timeline we are placing our joust.”

Several mouths at the table drop open as they stare at him.

“Um…why?” Beckett asks.

Declan looks around. “So I know if we’re going to incorporate dragons in the game, of course.” He pauses, then says, “I think we should.”

There are grins and gasps in response to his answer.

I roll my eyes.

So he does know Game of Thrones. And more, he knows it well enough to know when the dragons appear and disappear.

I need more than a spray bottle. I need a damn fire hose.

“Okay, let’s go,” he says, his voice lower for me.

“I should probably hear more details about…” I motion at the table at large. “All of this. So that I can pass them on to Nora.” I barely resist the urge to grab onto the table and hold tightly.

The idea of being alone with Declan has not gotten easier. In fact, it’s more tempting than it was before. And more nerve-wracking. I can’t predict a damned thing about this man. And now, for some reason, I feel like I’ve waved a red cape in front of a bull.

I shouldnothave told Beckett to not leave Andi alone.

That had slipped out.

It doesn’t make sense. I wanted space. Ineededdistance between us. I left because our marriage was fake, and it was driving me nuts. Leaving was supposed to make things easier. It wassupposed tomake him divorce me.

If he hadnotleft me alone, if he’d come after me, we might have…okay, we probably would have…kissed a lot sooner. And that might have led to other things. And I would have had to admit that I’m a failure sexually.

To Declan O’Grady. The sexiest, most tempting man I’ve ever met.

I didnotwant that.

I wanted him to divorce me because I’m difficult and a brat, and I spend all his money, and I don’t take hockey seriously.