“I’m adaptable.”
“You say that now, but Lyon plays street hockey like a man with outstanding warrants.”
“Good. I hate boring.”
“Ryker will pretend he’s too mature to take it seriously and then absolutely try to assassinate you with a slapshot.”
“I respect that.”
“Kellen cheats.”
I quirk my brows. “Oh, noted.”
“Knox will act like he’s supervising and then start the entire fight.”
“I knew I liked him.”
“You like chaos way too much for someone who looks that controlled.”
My mouth curved. “Maybe I like controlled chaos.”
Her eyes flicked to me, then away, and there it was again. The new awareness. The memory of my control slipping this morning. The memory of me between her legs, of the way she had grabbed my hair and stopped pretending she didn’t want anything from me.
I let the silence sit for half a second longer than necessary.
“You’re doing it again,” she muttered.
“Let it happen, Pip.”
“See!”
I laugh again. “See what, Pip?”
“You, making normal words sound dirty.”
“Maybe your mind’s dirty.”
“My mind was innocent before you.”
“That is the biggest lie you’ve told me yet.”
She gasped. “Excuse me?”
“Pip, you looked me dead in the eyes on FaceTime and asked to watch.”
Her cheeks went bright pink. “We are in a vehicle.”
“I’m aware.”
“Driving to my father’s house.”
“I’m also aware.”
“For a family barbecue.”
“Still tracking.”
“You cannot bring up FaceTime on the way to potato salad and children.”
