Page 52 of Never Bet Against A Hockey Player

It was a really good date. You guys have a lot to live up to now.

I barked out a laugh and gave the guys a look.

“You just had to rub it in our faces, didn’t you, dickhead?” August complained.

“How are you going to say anything?” I shot back. “You got to taste our omega, and don’t even deny it. I could scent it all over the house.”

His frown turned into a cocky smirk again. Smug bastard was still riding that high whether he wanted to deny it or not.

“Fuck, I’m so far behind,” Conrad muttered.

“You took a whole class to learn how to cook for our omega,” I reminded him. “You even joined that nerdy video call they offered after the game yesterday. I’d say you’re plenty ahead in what matters.”

Conrad relaxed at that. The pressure he was putting on himself was insane.

“She deserves a pack and an alpha who can be a good leader, provider, and protector.”

“We’re on our way. I got a call from the real estate agent. After all those papers we signed and the offer we made, the owner jumped at the chance to sell. With the commission she’s making on this one, the agent was more than happy to handle the inspection for us, too. They knew we wanted to move fast.”

I felt like everything was coming together in little pieces.

The team was on a winning streak. Our pack house was secured. Conrad had handled signing an SUV over to her.

Now, we just had to figure out the custody situation.

My brother had been looking into their mother, and I’d been meaning to check in with him.

Now might be the perfect time to do it.

“We alone in here?” I asked carefully.

“Yeah, everybody left,” August said. “You got an update from your brother?”

“He texted me to call him after the game, so he might have something. I’m not sure yet.”

“Call him,” Conrad said. “I’m not above using anything and everything we can to get this situation figured out.”

I dialed Braxton, my stomach twisting with nerves.

“Solid game, bro,” Brax said as he answered.

His voice held that familiar deep gravel that always made me smile.

“Hey. Tell me you have something.”

“Actually, I do,” he admitted.

His voice changed, and he was all business now.

“Are you sure you want to go down this path?”

“Positive,” I promised.

“Looks like she’s been mixed up in a lot of things. I have security footage of her in Vegas for four days. Apparently, she’s been meeting up with some people with not-so-good backgrounds.”

“What kind of not-so-good are we talking about?” Conrad asked.

“Who the fuck is that?”