My man is seriously a smoke show when he smiles.
“Someone had to get the kid from the airport,” Gideon says as he ruffles Aiden’s hair and then walks over to kiss my forehead. “You okay?”
“I’m great. So how’s hockey?” I ask Aiden. “Do you love it? Is everyone being nice to you? Do we have to kick someone’s ass?”
Everyone stares at me for a minute, and I shrug.
“What? They better be nice to him. Because if they’re not, I have alotof new skills that are going to waste right now.”
“Good girl,” Gideon whispers in my ear.
Ryker smirks at me. “He’s a rookie. They’re giving him all kinds of shit, Lena. That’s how it works.”
“But I’m alsoreallygood at my job, so they’re not giving me too much shit. It’s all pretty much what I expected. Met a girl.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, and Gideon and I grin at each other.
“Name. Age. Job. Tell me everything,” Willow says.
“Do you want her Social Security number and blood type too?” Aiden asks. “Maybe some tax returns and her family tree?”
“I can find those things out for you,” Gideon adds, and Aiden smirks. “It’ll just take one phone call. I don’t even need her full name.”
“That’s kind of scary,” I decide, watching my man, and he turns to me with a raised eyebrow. “Do you know everything aboutme?”
“You’re fucking adorable,” he says and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Is that a yes?”
Everyone laughs, and I decide to take the focus off me and shift back to Aiden.
“What’s your girl’s name?” I ask Aiden sweetly and wink at Willow.
“Miranda,” Aiden replies and finds a cookie in the pantry. “She’s forty.”
Now, we all stare at him because I know for a fact that Aiden is only twenty.
Willow sputters, and both of the guys start shaking their heads.
“Wow,” I say, the first to find words. “Okay. What does she do?”
“She’s some kind of entrepreneur. Met her after a game.” He bites into his cookie. “Super rich. So I decided that I’d quit hockey and let her be my sugar mama. The sex is fucking out of this world. Older women know what the fuck they’re doing.”
I start to laugh, but everyone else is stunned speechless.
Aiden’s smirking behind his cookie. “You guys are too gullible. She’s twenty-one, and she’s a barista. She works in the iceplex.”
“What’s the iceplex?” I ask as the tension in the room evaporates and Willow pulls out a bottle of wine, making me smirk. Poor mama bear just had a stroke.
“It’s where the team has practices and stuff,” Gideon tells me, rubbing circles on my back. “It’s big, with restaurants, shops, several rinks for practice. But it’s rented out for leagues and such as well. We’ll visit sometime when we go to watch his games.”
We’re going to watch his games!
“Count me in for that. Okay, so she’s a barista, and she’s ...pretty?”
“Hot as f—hell,” he says, eyeing Willow. “I like her.”
“You never talk about girls,” Willow says, staring at her kid as if he’s grown a third leg.
“I guess there wasn’t anyone to talk about before.”
