I groaned,pressing my hand to my stomach. “Oh my god.”
“What?”
“Sort of?” Igrabbed her arm and dragged her into the kitchen. Luckily, it was empty. “Hetotally gives me the collywobbles, Teagan. I made a total fool out of myself.”
“Spill,” Teagandemanded.
I filled her inon my exchange with Huck in the elevator, and subsequent conversation with Harmwhile Teagan grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it.
“Well, Harm’stotally right.”
“About whichpart?” I asked, as she poured the wine.
“All of it.” Shesmiled. “You’re way too hard on yourself, for one, and I think Huck’s totallyinterested, for another.”
“I just don’tunderstand why I lose my ever-blessed mind around him,” I breathed out.
“Yeah, that’sthe sixty-four-thousand-dollar question.” She shrugged. “You’re usually so eloquentaround boys.”
I grabbed anorange sitting on the island and chucked it at her head, missing her by a mile.
“Well, yourcareer in the Majors is over. Back to the farm teams for you,” Teagan joked asshe picked the fruit up off the floor and dumped it in the trash can.
I laughed. “Ibetter gas up my tractor.”
“The farm leagueisn’t made up of actual farmers… you know what? Never mind.”
Suddenly, thebuilding went eerily quiet. If there’d been a turntable present, you’d haveheard a needle scratch.
Followed by…
“What the fuckare you doin’ here?”
Was that Buzz’spissed off voice? Buzz didn’t get pissed off. Shit, this wasn’t good.
Daisy
“HUCK THE PUCK?” Buzz bellowed. “I’ll askagain. What the fuck are you doin’ here?”
“Is he talkingaboutyourHuck?” Teagan hiss-pered.
“No, I’m suresomeone else just happened to invite someone else named Huck to family night bycoincidence,” I hissed back sarcastically.
Teagan waved herhand toward the door. “Well, go out and see.”
“I can’t believeHuck the Puck is here at this party,” Buzz continued. “Now I can personallykick your ass.”
“Oh, shit, youbetter go out there,” Teagan said.
“Yougoout there,” I snapped.
Teagan threw herarms in the air. “Huck the Puck isn’t the guy I’m trying to fu—”
“Okay, fine,I’ll go out there!” I growled, grabbing her hand, and pulling her toward thedoor. “But you’re coming with me.”
“You cost metwenty-grand on that playoff game against Philly last season,” Buzz accused.
I walked out tofind Huck giving Buzz an amused grin. “Well, I’m not usually one to throw myteammates under the bus, but I have to say, it was technically our right wingwho cost us that particular game.”
