“Have you had sex with her?” a fourth guy asked, one who reminded me of the team doctor I’d seen from afar. You just never knew where a shifter might show up.
“Do I really need to answer that?” As soon as I asked the question, every man nodded. Including the damn bartender.
“The best way to know for certain is by and after having carnal relations.” Jim shrugged when I glared at him.
“Fine. Yes. We have. Several times.”
“And?” Saint asked by elongating the word when I wasn’t forthcoming in providing any details.
“The best sex of my life.”
My fucking God. Not only were they cheering, they were also whistling and clapping their hands. “Hey, boys. We’ve got another Stanley Cup hockey player on the way.”
I tried to interject as the group of men decided it was worth taking a few shots, but I couldn’t get in a word edgewise.
“Well, there you go,” Saint told me. “You have your answer. And your mate.”
“She’s not the kind of girl to accept me telling her that we’re getting married. She doesn’t even know me very well.” At all. I was sweating bullets by now, my one leg shaking so badly my foot was pounding against the metal bar on the bottom of the stool. This was ridiculous. I couldn’t have a mate. I wasn’t supposed to date let alone get married.
“Does she hate wolves?” he tossed out.
“I don’t know, but she definitely hates hockey players.”
Saint chuckled. “Lily wasn’t a fan either and she warmed up pretty quickly.”
“Because that was her job. Christine doesn’t know I exist.”
“Well, for fuck’s sake, I’ve never known you to be shy around women.”
My laugh sounded bitter even to me. “That’s not it. She doesn’t know who I am.”
“That’s what we’re working on, bro. Your stellar reputation. Then she’ll love you.”
“No, she didn’t meet the hockey player. She met the Zamboni driver.”
Saint narrowed his eyes, woofing like some… wolf while smacking his fist on the bar’s surface. “And I thought I was a bad boy.”
“Hey, man. I need some solid advice. You found the woman of your dreams and convinced her you were the only man for her. I don’t think that’ll work for me.”
“Whether you want me to or not, I’m going to offer you some brotherly advice. Given you found the woman meant to be your mate, don’t allow your human side to take control.”
“So what am I supposed to do if she pushes me aside?”
“You don’t give her a choice.” His grin was sly. “You claim her as your own.”
CHAPTER 17
Christine
Why did I have the distinct feeling there was something very odd about the sexy Zamboni man?
The question lingered in my mind even now as the hum of the engine and the closeness of the man in cramped quarters was keeping me tingling all over.
Even my pussy was throbbing, so much so every time I shifted in my seat, I was reminded of the night we’d spent together.
Something I’d told myself I’d need to shove aside.
“Holy shit.”
