“You…” Her cheeks gusted out. “That way’s the locker room, right?”
“Yeah. I have a?—”
“Then, no.” Her expression turned pained. “I thought you were taking me to the merch store. I can’t go to the locker room. I want to. God, do I. But no. It’ll fuck with their juju and I want to win more than I want to see?—”
“Donnghal and Lewis,” Andrew supplied.
She moaned. “Oh, my god.Donnghal.” Her gaze drifted toward the corridor again then her expression resolved. “Andrew, later. Please? Yes. After the game. After we win.”
Andrew peered at me in question and I shrugged. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll be waiting in the same spot after the game.”
“Are you sure, Kitty?”
“No,” she moaned again. “But I have to be. We need to win!”
Andrew promised, “I’ll tell them it’s an order.”
“Please do.”
When he stepped into the corridor and the door closed behind him, she launched herself at me with a kiss that made me resent our very public location.
By the time she’d given me a semi, she pulled back. I grinned, wide and proud that I’d gifted her something that caused such joy even if she hadn’t actually received the gift yet. That was all I wanted for her—happiness.
I propped her up by cupping her ass when she devoured my mouth in thanks, only breaking contact to pepper kisses all over my face.
Each interspersed with: “You.”Kiss“Are.”Peck“The.”Kiss“Best.”Peck“Boyfriend.”Kiss“Ever.”
Not for long.
Fuck thatboyfriendshit.
“I should probably be jealous,” I joked when she let go of me.
“Nah. But DONNGHAL. No. 35.” Her gaze turned dreamy. “He’s the best C in the league. I don’t care what anyone says.”
“Shouldn’t tell you that he’s Jen’s half-brother, huh? At least he’s taken. You can’t run away with him.”
Her eyes widened. “Shit. You’re right! Please tell me she invites him to family events?”
When I just grinned, she leaned into me. Forehead on my pecs. And repeated, “Best. Boyfriend. Ever.”
Upon our return to the stands, Neev demanded, “Where the fuck did you go?”
“Stan got me an invite into the locker room,” she admitted, her eyes bright with delight.
“No way! You’ll have messed with their heads!” Lucas growled.
I glowered at him. “She never went in. She’s going to meet them after the game.”
“Oh. That’s okay then.”
“What a kickass gift,” Neev cheered before elbowing her elder brother in the gut. “You’re such a jerk, Lucas.”
As shit had a way of happening in families of this size, the conversation shifted from Kitty’s almost locker room meet and greet to the many and varied ways that Lucas was, indeed, a jerk.
This spanned the three decades of his existence—Patricia threw in a couple points too.
Until, of course, the game kicked into high gear. It was fast enough to hold my attention, but my knee bobbed and jostled in time to the music and the roars from the crowd. When Jen’s brother scored, Kitty leaped up and started doing a happy dance.
