Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“True. I’m just surprised they picked up and moved for you to play hockey, especially when you were already playing in Russia.”
“I needed the challenge and the change.” I smile. “And I’m the favorite.” We both chuckle at that. “Plus, Kat was getting into a lot of trouble and doing some suspect shit.”
Emery laughs. “Don’t we all do suspect shit?”
“I do, on occasion,” I admit.
“As do I,” she tells me, her eyes dancing with all kinds of suspect stuff. “But guess what? If she wants, she’ll find it here too.”
“’Cause it’s easy to find?”
Her gaze moves down to my lips. “For me, it is.”
Hot damn, if I were a betting man, I’d bet I am going to get laid tonight.
I run my fingers through my hair, ignoring the pulsing feeling in my pants. “Well, let’s hope Kat stays out of trouble, because my mom is happy now, and I think my dad is going to open his own rink here,” I say, trying to regain some kind of composure.
“That’s awesome,” she says, tucking her hands between her thighs. It’s hard for me not to notice or want to touch, but I’m a gentleman, so I only scoot closer so my knee touches hers. She looks up at me through those incredible, dark-lashed eyes, and my pants get a little tighter.
Yup, if I were on the ice, it’d be a hat trick kind of night.
Once I gulp the pull of beer I took, I ask, “So, how’s business?”
“Really good,” she answers, setting down her glass. “I’m trying to figure out if I want to sell my company or if I want to continue developing more software for it.”
“Sell? Weren’t you just in Forbes magazine?”
She grins. “I was, but a lot has happened, and I’m unsure about it. Don’t get me wrong, I love helping law enforcement get the bad guy. But I don’t know. I don’t love it the way I used to. Things have changed.”
“Why is that?” I ask, but then I notice she isn’t looking at me any longer. Her whole demeanor changes, her eyes widen, and she goes still. I look to where she is staring, but all I see is a group of dudes. After a second, I ask, “Emery?”
She clears her throat and takes a deep breath. Under her breath, she whispers, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“What’s wrong?”
But still, she doesn’t answer me, her gaze fixed on someone behind me. I look over my shoulder just as a rather tall, athletically built, very familiar guy with dark-blue eyes and shaggy brown hair comes toward us. It clicks who he is, and I grin widely.
“Holy shit, Quinn,” I laugh as I stand up. Surprise falls on Quinn’s face as recognition comes to him, and he smiles back at me. We embrace, and he hugs me tightly, smacking my back in a true bro hug. “Damn, man, you’ve shot up. You weren’t this tall at the wedding!”
Quinn laughs as he nods, squeezing my shoulder. “Yeah, I can beat up both my brothers now.”
Emery snorts. “Hardly.”
I smirk over at her, but Quinn doesn’t laugh as I say, “Hell, the last time I saw you, you were smaller than her.”
By the looks of it, no one appreciates my joke. I laugh by myself, looking like a dumbass. I glance back at Quinn, confused by the way they’re staring at each other. I almost feel as if I’m interrupting something intimate and private, but he came up to us.
“Emery,” he says after a second, and Emery sits up taller, spine straight as she crosses her arms over her chest. In doing so, she makes her breasts look way bigger than they did a few moments ago. I watch as Quinn’s breath catches when his gaze moves to her chest and then back up to her face.
Damn. I don’t know what is happening, but by the way he says her name and is looking at her, there must be something going on. With a dip of her chin, she says, “Quinnifer.”
“Quinnifer?” I ask, but neither of them looks at me.
“It’s what she calls him when he pisses her off,” Stella says from my side.
I chuckle, but neither of them pays us any mind. With a deep rumble in his throat, Quinn bites out, “What are you doing here?”
She points to her glass. “Drinking water.”
He nods. “With him, or was this coincidental?”
Emery’s brows knit together tightly as I look between them. Man, the sexual tension between these two is palpable. It’s coming off them in waves, smacking me right in the face. “If you’re asking if I’m here with Dimitri, then the answer is none of your gosh darn business.”
“Cute, Em. Cute.”
“Whoa,” I say, exhaling as I sit down. “So, history, eh?”
“Something like that,” Emery says as Quinn says, “A bit.”
“So, you’re dating now?” he asks, pure venom in his voice. “Because I thought you said you weren’t looking for a relationship.”