Page 102 of Meant for Mayhem

Beckett

… a lock screen. That’s serious.

Logan

It’s making me feel left out that there’s not a woman waiting in my bed for me. Maybe you boys have the right idea.

Beckett

Good game tonight, Meeks. Glad whatever you guys are doing is working.

Mikko

Thanks.

Beckett

Emmy wants you to know Shannon had a great day today. Their group chat has been blowing up about it all afternoon. That was REALLY important for me to tell you.

Logan

Why?

Beckett

IDK. I don’t understand women. I just like them.

I chuckled, then clicked off my phone as we pulled up to the hotel lobby.

The team piled out, Logan and a bunch of my teammates walking over to the bar where a dozen beautiful women lingered. I walked straight by them, headed for the elevators instead. Carter stood there with me, ready to be done with this day.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Carter said when the elevator doors closed. “Having them here.”

I glanced over to see him smiling to himself.

“Nolan’s been flying with us for years, but every road trip before that was the same. Hockey, hotel, hockey, hotel.” He shrugged. “Now I actually look forward to getting back here.”

“I know what you mean.”

The elevator chimed, and he stepped out. “Enjoy your girls.”

A moment later, the doors slid open on the twenty-third floor, and I stepped into the hallway.

The suite was quiet when I unlocked the door, exactly how I’d hoped to find it. I dropped my bag beside the entryway before crossing the living room to the portable crib. Leena was sprawled on her back with one arm above her head, her stuffed animals thrown to the side.

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight, pikku.”

She sighed but stayed asleep.

I headed toward the bedroom, already looking forward to hearing the parts of Shannon’s day she hadn’t told me about before the game. The room was dark, only a bedside lamp illuminating the space, but the bathroom light glowed underneath the door.

Reaching behind me, I grabbed the neck of my hoodie and tugged it over my head as I walked into the room. Instead of moving forward, I smacked against something.

“Oof.”

Shannon let out a squeak, and I put out my free hand to steady her. Her skin was damp beneath my fingers, fresh out of the shower.

“Don’t look!” she whisper shouted.