Thirty-Three
Ky
“How ya doing, kid?” Damon asks, slinging his arm around my shoulder and giving me a noogie.
“Ugh.” I bat him away. “Stop!”
“Make me,” he says, hooking that arm around my neck and mussing up my hair again.
“Colt!”
My man’s head jerks up.
“Rescue me!”
His mouth quirks as he makes his way over to us. “I’m not sure I should interfere.” His smile grows. “Big brother privileges and all.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
Damon grins. “I didn’t like this at first.”
“Didn’t like what?” I ask, still struggling.
“You dating.”
“Dating Colt or dating in general?”
“Either.”
I jab him under the ribs and he grunts, finally releasing me.
“Both.”
Colt pulls me into his side and I share my glare with him. The stink is totally unaffected, and just bends and brushes his lips over mine.
“You’re off my Christmas cookie list,” I tell him and when Damon chuckles, I scowl at him. “And you are too.”
“No, I’m not. You love me.” A lazy shrug. “Plus, I didn’t trade your boyfriend.”
The chest behind me rumbles softly with laughter.
“Somehow, I didn’t expect this,” Lake says as he and Nova move to the door, their adorable little daughter completely sacked out in her car seat.
“Didn’t expect what?” Knox asks.
“Didn’t expect Damon to be so chill about his little sister dating one of the guys on the team.”
“Why shouldn’t she?” Nova asks, looping her arm around Lake’s middle and gently smoothing her hand over her daughter’s soft brown hair. “Hockey players are great.”
“Damn right they are,” Knox says.
“As much as it pains me to agree with my brother,” Ella says, her eyes dancing as she laces her fingers through Riggs’s, “in this case, I have to.”
Riggs, man of few words that he is, just kisses her.
“When I grow up, should I marry a hockey player?” Evie asks as she skips toward us.
“No!”
