Rhiannon snorts so loudly it sets Eden off again. Both of them start howling as we all collapse into another round of hysterics.
“Have you ever?” Rhiannon asks me, wiping tears from her face.
I shake my head. “You’d need either a lot of effort to squeeze my size B’s together tight enough or, like...a massive dick that makes up for the space.”
Rhiannon cackles. “Cain does it all the time. It’s super-hot. You guys should try it some time.”
Cue dead silence.
My brother, sitting off to the side until now, stands abruptly, pulling his very drunk wife into his arms with a mixture of exasperation and affection. “And that’s our sign to end the game for tonight.”
My gaze flicks back to Boone, who’s biting back a laugh just like me, his eyes gleaming with that same quiet amusement.
“Oh, come on, Cain. It was just a joke. Rhiannon knows nothing would ever happen between Boone and me. No titty fucking here,” I joke playfully.
“I know that” Cain says sternly. “Boone would never risk his contract by touching you.”
But Cain’s not laughing and the look on Boone’s face tells me he doesn’t like the way my brother’s speaking for him.
“On that note…” I trail off, sliding over to where he’s got Rhiannon wrapped in his arms, protective as ever. I’m playing it casual, but my mind’s running off tequila and humor. If Rhiannon’s still down here, I can use that to my advantage because she's usually on my side when it comes to things.
And it's not that IwantBoone staying at my place tonight. The house isn’t finished; it still looks rough, half-painted walls and unpacked boxes everywhere. And having him alone with me in a place that isn’t my apartment feels...dangerous.
But here’s the thing: I also don’t want to be alone tonight. Not when I feel this light, this happy and free.
Plus, he’s my husband. He should be staying with me.
I snort, and Cain’s brows shoot up like he’s caught me. Thankfully, I didn’t say that part out loud.
“Boone’s staying with me,” I announce, slipping straight into my lawyer voice. “I’ve got a guest bedroom. Piper still wakes up at night, and our client needs his sleep.”
“No.” Cain shakes his head firmly.
“You’re okay with having a stranger sleep in your home with your wife and baby?”
“Yes.”
“Cain, you just got done saying nothing would ever happen between us. What are you afraid of?”
“Rosie. Don’t.” His tone hardens, making it clear there’s no room for negotiation. And honestly, he’s probably right. It’s for the best that Boone doesn’t come home with me. But before I can retreat like a coward, Boone chimes in.
“We have the Valentine’s Day Ball for the Manhattan Mayhem next week,” he says smoothly. “I’m giving a speech, and Rosie’sjoining me on stage as my wife, of course. We need time to prepare for that.”
Rhiannon lets out a dramatic sigh, her voice slurring slightly. “Oh, let him stay at her house, Cain. This guy eats, sleeps, and breathes hockey. He broke up with his last fiancée over it. No way he’s risking his career for a fling with your sister. Plus, they’ve been living together for a month now and nothing’s happened yet.”
“You’ve been... what?” Cain snaps his gaze on me.
I motion for Rhiannon to shut up, but her eyes are already closed, melting into my brother’s arms. Though I told her that a week ago, I completely forgot to tell hernotto mention it to my brother and the alcohol isn’t helping.
“He has nowhere else to live. He was living with one of his teammates. It would have looked suspicious if we lived separately.”
Cain shakes his head, clearly exhausted by all of us tonight. “We’ll talk about this later. Boone, you drive back to Rosie’s place. Don’t fuck this up.”
Without waiting for a thank-you, he turns on his heels and heads upstairs with Rhiannon in his arms.
I toss Cain’s spare car keys to Boone, and he catches them easily. He hesitates, his expression unreadable as his eyes lift to mine.
“Are you sure about this?”
