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I can’t help but lean forward a little, lured in by her smile and sweet floral scent.

“And what makes you happy?”

One of her brows quirks before she delivers a line that makes me realize exactly what I just did.

“Not having hot hockey players hitting on me for a few hours of fun.”

Fuck. Damn whiskey.

“You think I’m hot, though?”

7

SIENNA

Isay that I don’t want hot hockey players hitting on me, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t do good things for my confidence when they do. Even if it is a cover for letting slip some of their darker thoughts.

It’s no secret that Killer is struggling. I’ve heard the others talking about being concerned over how he’s dealing with this injury and the forced time off the ice. Hearing him confess just a hint of where his head is at was hard, but as much as I might have wanted to dive deeper into these thoughts and feelings, it wasn’t the time or the place.

Calvin and I aren’t friends. We don’t talk or share shit, and I don’t know why I suddenly felt so compelled to do exactly that. After his conversational U-turn, he was dragged off by Hayden and taken back to the players’ booth to shoot the shit with the guys while the girls dragged me onto the dance floor.

We weren’t the only ones throwing some moves, because we just so happened to find Garrett and Darcy out there as well, getting up close and personal.

It wasn’t long after that that Killer made his excuses and left—although not before a woman sidled up to him and followed him out the door. I guess when you have a sex life as healthy as his, old habits die hard. A busted knee might hold him back at work, but it’s no excuse to stop you from getting your kicks with the bunnies.

We dance, we laugh, and we drink—or at least, all of us but Bea. And before we know it, the bar is getting ready to call it a night.

“Hey, I’m gonna head home,” I shout into Garrett’s ear, where he’s huddling in a dark corner with Darcy. “You coming, or did you have other plans?”

The two guys look at each other, and I don’t miss the way that Darcy’s cheeks heat.

“I’ve got a session with Killer first thing. I shouldn’t be out too late,” he says, glancing at the time. “But we could probably keep the party going for a little while.”

I raise my brows at my brother.

“You’ve got your key. I’ll see you when I see you,” I say before smacking a kiss on his cheek. “Enjoy the rest of your night, boys.”

“Love you, Sisi,” Garrett slurs after me as I rejoin Bea and Rett, who are waiting at the entrance.

“Is our trainer getting lucky tonight?” Rett asks as we step out into the night.

“Sure looks that way.”

“Wonder if that’ll make him go softer on us tomorrow.”

“Nah,” Bea teases. “I bet it’ll make him go harder.”

Rett groans. “To be fair, anything is better than my sister. She takes torture to the next level.”

“I think that’s called karma for all the shit you’ve pulled over the years,” I point out.

“How would you know about that? Maybe I’ve been the perfect big brother,” he argues.

I raise a brow. “Does that even exist?”

“Yes, and I am it,” Rett states proudly, making Bea snort.

“Funny, because from what I’ve heard from Parker⁠—”