Just didn’t expect Connor to . . . to lose it like that.
And then there’s what he, Knight, and Novotny did after. How they cleared an entire locker room for me. But it was more than just that. Knight was still guarding the door when I stepped out, and Connor . . . he was guarding the showers.
Something in my chest flutters.
I actuallyshowered.
In the locker room.
I should be proud, and I was at first, but then I remembered it took three guys standing guard for me to manage something so basic.
“You good?”
I sigh. “Yeah.”
As good as I can be. I exhale sharply, closing my eyes. Not sure what I’m walking into, but Connor’s father won’t lay a hand on him tonight. I’ll step in if I need to, same way I did when that girl tried to smack him at the bar.
Why was he even dancing with her?
He’smyhusband.
I swallow hard, shifting in my seat.
Can’t think like that. Or kiss him. Or grind against him.
None of it should’ve happened in the first place. Not with him. Still, I can’t deny I’m attracted to Connor, even if he is a total asshole.
I need to remember this is all for show, a way to get his parents to leave him alone.
Except he gave me my bear when I needed it most.
Then he stayed away for two days. Don’t blame him. Hell, I don’t want to be around me sometimes.
Why can't I just move past what happened and just get back to normal?
“Ready?”
I sit straighter in my seat, glancing at my husband. The car is in park, but he’s just sitting there, knuckles bone white as he grips the steering wheel, staring out the windshield.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He cuts the engine and steps out.
I follow, walking up the driveway, taking in his home. Or castle. This place is massive. Larry’s house back in Erie could easily fit inside it.
Connor stops a few feet in front of me, looking back over his shoulder. “Move it. They’re waiting.”
Asshole.
We walk up a stone pathway toward oak double doors. One opens before we even knock, and a staff member greets us.
“Mr. Walsh. Mr. . . .”
I clear my throat. “Henneman.”
She nods. “Of course.”
Connor stalks ahead, not even bothering to acknowledge the woman or to wait for me. He looks the same way he does when we’re about to face off against tough teams—locked in and ready for a fight.
