“Of course you will. I’ll text you—tell me if you can meet for coffee.”
“Yo, Denny!” Gregg calls out.
Annoyed, not only by the interruption but that he uses her nickname, I scowl at him, but he just flips me the bird.
“How did you know about that rumor, Denny?”
“The small dick rumor?” She shrugs but that smirk’s back to dancing on her lips. “I made an educated guess.”
I gape at her. And I’m not the only one.
“What if he has a donkey dick?!” Pecan sputters.
“Nah. He’s an overcompensater. I know boys well enough to piece that together.”
Pecan and I jerk back in horror, and she sputters out around a laugh, “Your faces. I should have taken a picture!”
“Fucking hell, D,” Peeks grouses. “Ya don’t use guesswork about a man’s package.”
I huff. “You better be teasing.”
A gleam appears in her eye. “Oh, yes. You have nothing to overcompensate for. Though, with all the time you boys spend in the showers, you knew that already.”
With the team chortling and my ego somewhat stroked, I hesitate as she winks at the group. “Denny?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re sure about this shit with Dyers?”
“As sure as I can be. Callan wouldn’t have said anything if he wasn’t a hundred percent certain he was telling me the truth.”
My lips purse at her faith in him.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m about to ream the team out for even considering playing hockey with that piece of shit.”
A soft gust of air escapes her parted lips. “You were a ten before but now you’re a hundred.”
My brows lift in surprise at the compliment. “Really?” I drag her into me via the hands I plant on her ass. “How are you going to handle being so attracted to me? It must be a complete and total distraction.”
“I’m sure we can come up with a solution for me later.”
“How much later?” I croon.
She licks her lips. “Not too late. Soon. Very soon. Like four o’clock? After you’re done with this lot?”
“Perfect.”
I know I rumbled the word because her pupils dilate. She leans up to give me a final, breathy kiss then grabs her bag, grimaces as she swipes off some stray remnants of Texas toast onto the pile Lex is sweeping up, shoots a worried look at the server, who doesn’t glance away from her work, then darts out with a final wave to the team at the table.
Until she reaches the door.
She turns back much as Dyers did earlier.
And this time, when she blows me a kiss, I feel the difference.
Not just in my dick, either.
