Page 12 of Risky Play

I shook my head. “Nah.”

“Come on!” TJ whined.

“Leave the kid alone,” Noah told him. “I’m not coming out either.”

“I thought D wasn’t gonna make you a boring married dude.”

“I’m not boring,” Noah argued.

I pretended not to listen to them bicker while I got dressed.

I appreciated that Noah and Dinah let me live with them, but I worried I was cramping their style. I caught them kissing in the kitchen this morning, and Dinah laughed it off, but Noah got that tomato-red shade across his face. I didn’t blame them since they were newlyweds, but it sure made things awkward.

“Ready to go?” Noah asked.

I nodded.

“Boring!” TJ teased as the three of us walked out of the locker room together.

“Then come to the house, bro,” Noah tried to convince TJ.

TJ gave him a lopsided smirk. “Nah. Max’s having a day with the twins. I’m not sure she’ll let me out to play anyway.”

Noah shoved his shoulder. “Then stop being so annoying.”

TJ laughed and headed to his sports car while I got in the passenger side of Noah’s SUV. The nice thing about living with Noah was that his house wasn’t that far from the arena in South Philly, so it was never a long drive.

We were both quiet on the drive over. Noah was likely categorizing all the mistakes he made tonight while I was still thinking about his sister.

“You looked good tonight,” he told me as he pulled his car into the garage, tearing me away from my thoughts.

“Not good enough,” I muttered.

I got out of the car before he could argue. He pressed onward toward the door to the steps upstairs, and I followed behind him.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re doing well on the second line with Benny and Hallsy. Coach wouldn’t put you there if he was trying to get rid of you.”

I knew I should listen to him, but I wasn’t so sure he was right. The Bulldogs drafted me early at eighteen, and I spent a couple of years with the minor affiliate in Reading. Then, last year, I got the call up when our former captain was out with an injury. Pretty sure the only reason I made the team again this year was because G decided to retire last season.

I raised my eyebrow at my teammate when we heard two female voices laughing in Dinah’s office on the second floor. My ears perked up at the other voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

Noah shed his suit jacket across the couch, and that’s when the two women came down the stairs. I felt all the blood rush to my head when I saw the statuesque brunette beside Dinah. Standing next to her was Noah’s sister Maddie. Her crystal blue eyes met mine, and we both froze.

“Cally, you met my sister at the wedding, right?” Noah asked.

“I think so,” I lied.

“Yeah, we danced together until you left because you said you ate something that didn’t agree with you,” Maddie answered for me. She leveled me with an icy glare that pierced me in the chest.

My dick thickened against my leg because I knew exactly what I ate that didn’t agree with me. And we both knew that was a big, fat lie. I had feasted on her until she cried out, the sound a permanent echo every time I closed my eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped more harshly than I meant to. My mouth moved too quick for my brain to scream at me to shut up.

Noah fixed me with a glare, and Maddie arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me as if testing me.

I ran a hand through my hair. “I thought you lived in Canada.”

“Nope,” was all she gave me, but then she turned to Dinah. “I gotta head out. I have lots of studying to do. Work on what we talked about today and let me know how I can help you next week.”