Page 204 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Good, and fast. She leaves on Sunday. What are you cooking tomorrow?”

“You really need to get yourself a boyfriend, you know that?” I tease.

“You’re telling me,” he scoffs. “All of this is being wasted,” he says, waving his hand in front of himself.

“Keep the advice coming, though, man. I’m sure the others will be grateful for it, too, at times.”

“Oh, don’t I know it. Linc’s always in here trying to find ways out of whatever stupid shit he’s done.”

I bark a laugh. “Conflict of interest there.”

“My point exactly. He waltzes in here all cocky like I haven’t already heard from his better half and agreed that he’s an asshole who needs to get on his knees and grovel for forgiveness.”

“No wonder Parker keeps forgiving him if your advice is to get on his knees for her.”

Darcy winks. “There isn’t much that can’t be forgiven with good head.”

I snort. “And there I was thinking you were different, man. But you’re just the same as us. The romance is a cover, huh?”

He attempts a look of pure innocence, but the way his dimples threaten gives him away.

“Is Sienna spending New Year’s with her parents as well?” he asks, circling back.

“Uh…No, I think she’s home.”

Darcy picks up some stretching bands and turns his back on me while he folds them up. “What about her brother?”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“What about him?” I ask, although I have a very good idea.

“Oh, we…uh…hung out when he was here before.”

“Oh, really? Might I not be the only one with a thing for a Wentworth sibling?” I tease.

His shoulders tense. “We had a good time. I’d be down for a repeat, is all I’m saying.”

My smirk grows. “Let me off the pull ups and I’ll see what I can find out,” I promise as I climb off his table and shrug my shirt on. “Or you could message him,” I suggest.

“Don’t have his number.”

“And what a shame it is that that’s the only way of contacting someone these days,” I deadpan. He finally turns around and scowls at me.

“Shut up,” he mutters, although he does so with a smile playing on his lips. “It was a one-night thing. If he’s here for New Year’s, then cool. If he’s not, I’m sure I’ll find someone else to kiss at midnight.”

“You coming to the team party?” I ask, rolling my shoulders, testing out his handiwork.

“Haven’t decided yet, but if I want a kiss at midnight, my options are going to be significantly limited if I’m celebrating with the team, huh?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Garrett reckons there’s at least one gay player on every team.”

Darcy thinks for a moment. “Well, I’m yet to discover which one it is, and I gotta say, I’ve got a pretty good gaydar.”

“Well, hockey player or not, your man’s out there somewhere.”

“Aw, Killer, are you going all soft on me?”

“It’s your fault, encouraging all this romantic shit.”