Neither of us really enjoy reality television shows, which is all that’s currently on at four in the afternoon. Rhodes likes to watch old rom-coms or murder mysteries, so watching our omega is a better option right now.
I don’t want to hear about the reasons why the cops fucked up a case at the moment, and Rhodes gets really hyped during a show. I personally think it’s adorable typically, but I need to focus on these damn emails.
Rhodes’ eyes are glued greedily to the eight cubes that are windows to Koen’s life while I log into the app on my phone.
“Ugh, he’s walking around in boxers,” Rhodes groans. “He’s rarely naked in the locker room. Maybe that’s creepy to notice, but we’re all running around with our cocks out. Why is he so careful?”
“I noticed that too. He’s always completely ready to go by the time we come into the lockers, or he’s one of the last to leave at practice. At games, he’s always quick to shower and get ready,” I mumble, my eyes on my phone as I scroll through my emails. “It’s another reason I wonder if there’s some kind of abuse that’s happened to him.”
The sound of something breaking has me breathing in deeply. Yeah, I feel the same way, baby.
“I could be wrong,” I remind him.
“You rarely are,” Rhodes complains. “He has a sketch book. I want to know what he’s drawing, but the camera isn’t in the right place.”
Glancing up, I see that he’s right. Well damn, I want to know too.
“You’re a bad influence,” I mutter, my lips twisting in amusement to take away the sting of my words. “Ah, Tracey sent us four new listings.”
“Anything good?” Rhodes asks, cuddling closer to me.
When I don’t say anything, he sighs.
“I know you’re working on it,” he mumbles, kissing my jaw. I know he enjoys the scruff of my beard, I promise myself I’ll have him ride my face later today to work out some of the angry energy he has.
“There’s a four bedroom house with a basement near the hockey complex,” I say finally. Games happen in the stadium five miles from the complex, but it’s still pretty close.
We also found a car we love. It’s a steel blue Jeep Gladiator, and fucking perfect for the snowy weather here. We can also take the top off when it’s warmer too. For now, we decided to buy one car because we’re always together. It doesn’t make sense to buy another.
“There’s a hidden room in this house,” I say, surprised as I read the notes from Tracey. “It’s behind the closet in the main bedroom, and is meant to be a nest or a secret office. There’s apparently a growing trend of having secret rooms in the newer builds in this area.”
“I can dig it,” Rhodes murmurs. “How’s the closet space?”
“Baby, only you can tell me that,” I snort, laughing. “The other places are too small. Let’s see if we can see this house today, yeah?”
“Fuck yes,” he says. “Ugh. Why is it even sexy when he scratches his balls? It’s seriously wrong.”
“You are obsessed,” I tease him. Connecting the call to Tracey, I force myself to concentrate. “Hi, it’s Skylar Reynolds.Rhodes and I just looked through the houses you sent us. Would it be possible to see the four bedroom in person today?”
“I just sent them over,”Tracey says, sounding surprised. Yeah, we aren’t playing hard to get over here, and I don’t really care. “I can meet you there in about twenty minutes if that’s alright? It’s vacant and ready to move in.”
Hell yes. That’s what I like to hear. Although…
“How long has it been vacant?” I ask quickly. Places that have been empty for a while can sometimes have their own issues.
“Two months,” she replies. “The family broke up due to some unsavory circumstances and they decided to sell the house.”
Huh. I wonder if there was cheating involved. It’s none of my business. I shouldn’t ask any more questions.
“We’ll see you soon,” I say with a small wince. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. What you said gave me more questions than not.”
“You’re right to ask,”Tracey says. “The house actually belongs to a hockey player. He doesn’t play in Minnesota, and the story of what happened isn’t completely clear. His wife swears he cheated, but I’m not getting those vibes.”
Ah, a very jealous type of woman. It’s hard to be with someone like that when your husband is always on the road.
“Thank you for explaining,” I finally say. “I thought I had stuck my foot in my mouth.”
“It’s human nature to be curious,” Tracey says easily. “I’ll see you soon.”
