Page 108 of Pucking Good Girl

Macklin and Becks step into the living room. They’re so different and yet so similar in the matching charcoal gray suits the team issued for the players to wear on game day.

The signs that they’re brothers are in the shape of their eyes, their high cheekbones, the dimples they both have on their right cheeks when they smile wide. And in a million other little things I could list for hours.

When Becks found me earlier to ask me to drive home in his car, we didn’t have time to talk. His expression didn’t give away one single hint about who got the contract with Seattle.

And right now, it’s no different. Macklin and Becks are looking at me with unreadable expressions.

Two sets of serious and intense blue eyes are set on me. Neither of them is smiling, and I can’t figure out what’s going on.

Did they have a fight once they found out about Seattle’s decision? I haven’t seen them having a serious fight in months. Could their rivalry on the ice have created a rift that’s impossible to repair?

“Baby, come here, please.”

My heart sinks. Macklin’s voice is a soft whisper. Can that mean he wasn’t chosen?

He pulls me into his arms the second I’m within reach.

Our kiss begins soft and sweet, but soon turns hot, demanding. Pressing lips, teeth that graze, tongues that come out to soothe and provoke set my body on fire. It’s over before I’m ready.

“I love you, Talia.”

“I love you too,” I cup his perfect jaw with my hands, searching his stormy blue eyes for a hint, but before I have the chance to search, Becks offers me his hand.

“Pretty girl, come here.”

Another consuming kiss. Different from Macklin’s but just as hot.

Becks doesn’t start soft, he owns me. He takes just as much as he gives, exploring my mouth like it’s the first time.

Or like it’s the last time.

“I love you.” He whispers when we part.

“I love you too.”

They look at each other, and some sort of silent communication passes between them.

My stomach drops. Are they going to ask me for my decision right now? Or have they realized that they could have any woman they want, and they’re about to make that choice for me and end things?

“Guys,” I force myself to look at them, fighting to keep my voice from trembling. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, baby. As long as you could see yourself moving to Seattle after you graduate, that is.”

I fly back into his arms. “Oh my God. You got the contract. Congratulations.”

He smiles. “I did. Thank you. So? Would you move to Seattle?”

Yes! The word is on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it back. My eyes got to Becks.

“Can you answer his question, pretty girl? I hope you can see yourself living in Seattle, too.”

Wait, what? “Are you breaking up with me, Becks?”

His eyes widen and he takes my hand, pulling me into his own arms. “Absolutely not. Just the opposite. I’m going to play right wing for the Guardians after the summer. But I’m not moving to Seattle without you. So if you don’t want to move, I’ll have to call my agent and ask him to get me out of the contract I just signed.”

My head is spinning. “So you got the contract?”

Becks’s smile reaches his eyes. “I did. We both did.”