Page 19 of Pucks and Pups


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“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re out here working your ass off, and it’s hot as fuck out. You need to eat and hydrate.”

She salutes me. “Yes, Coach, Sir, Man Guy!”

I give her a dark look, and she grins. She then leans in, and I get a whiff of her cherry smell that has my cock begging me to make all the bad decisions. Ones that involve her bent over the nearest surface. “Just so ya know, I’m an adult.”

I scoff. “Barely.”

She glares. “I am twenty-one years old, thank you.”

“Aye. Yippee, huh? Go get you a drink with your twenty-one-year-old self, but God forbid you get some food, aye?”

Her navy eyes narrow. “Do you get more Scottish when you’re annoyed?”

This fucking girl.

I blink, and I wait for the attraction to die down. I wait for myself to realize she is a baby and I can’t fuck her.

That realization doesn’t come.

And that pisses me the fuck off.

Through clenched teeth, I say, “That’s adorable. Now, wait here.”

“For what?”

“Because I told ya to,” I throw over my shoulder at her. I look back in time to see her pout, her nose and brow wrinkling as I jog back to my place.

Why do I find that so cute?

I hurry into the kitchen, making her two peanut butter sandwiches and then cutting up some apples and strawberries for her. I select one of my travel cups and fill it with ice water before grabbing her key that I had made. I carry everything out and find her sitting in the driver’s seat. Her brows pull together, and something flashes in her eyes as I close the distance between us and hand her everything I’ve made her.

“You made me food.”

“Yeah. I can’t have you falling over with my dogs.”

“This is very kind of you.” She takes a bite of the sandwich and grins. “I love PB and J.”

I nod. “Good. Now, eat. And don’t let me find out you’ve skipped meals again.”

She grins, that damn challenge in her eyes. “And what happens if you do?”

This girl is just as much of a menace as her fucking fool of a dog. My fists clench as I keep my gaze locked with hers. I want to tell her exactly what will happen and how she won’t be able to sit, but if I do that, she’ll know I want her.

I can’t want her.

Frustrated, I snap, “Just do it, aye?”

Flames dance in her eyes, and everything inside me tightens. “Maybe I want to know what will happen.”

I blink. Is she flirting with me?

I swallow hard. “Believe me, you don’t.”

“Will you make me run laps?”

I glare at her, my heart slamming inside my chest. “No, I have something more in mind.”

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