Page 22 of Three Hockey Hotties

I wait for the jealousy to hit.

It doesn’t.

Then I wait for the this is so fucking insane to hit.

It also doesn’t.

I look from one to the other. I think I know the answer to this, but I still ask, “Have you guys done that before?”

They both shake their heads.

That’s what I thought.

“So why her?”

Kane looks at me with one eye narrowed. “For the same reason that you’re not thinking this is too fucking weird to even consider.”

I know exactly what he means.

It’s Abby.

She is different. She’s…the one. The only woman this makes sense with.

Finally, I nod. “Okay.”

Kane crows. “Yes!” He pumps a fist in the air. “Fuck yes!”

Dash pushes off the counter where he’s leaning and comes to stand with us at the center island. He doesn’t say anything, but his smile speaks volumes.

“So let’s go.” Kane gets to his feet, setting the cereal box down and grabbing his jacket.

“Go?” I ask.

“Let’s go get her.”

“Get her?” I repeat. “Now? Right now?” Fuck, I want to do that.

“Why would we wait?” he asks. “Did you see that fucking apartment? Our girl needs to be here with us.”

That makes my entire body surge with heat and ache.

She does. She needs to be here with us. I feel it with a certainty I can’t explain.

Still, I shake my head. “We can’t just show up on her doorstep and say, ‘You’re ours.’”

I realize I want Kane to talk me into this.

“Well, I can’t wait to see her again with this charity thing,” Kane says. “There will be a ton of other people around. We can’t tell her all these feelings in front of her coworkers. And I’m pretty sure the first thing out of my mouth when I see her will be something inappropriate for anyone but the four of us to hear,” Kane says.

“We need a reason to show up at her apartment tonight,” I insist. “An excuse. Something to make us not seem like stalkers.”

I ignore the fact that all three of us showing up a little over an hour after dropping her off for almost any reason will still seem a little insane and possibly more than a little stalkerish.

I have to just hope she’s as into us as we are into her.

“What about this?”

We look at Dash.