Page 16 of Pucking Them
“Shit, guys, my eyes are burning,” Cody’s laughing voice calls across the lawn.
D’Angelo sits bolt upright like he’s been electrified.
“I did try and tell you.” My cheeks are red.
Instantly, Eden and D’Angelo stand up and grip the side of the rug. Then they wrap it around Shay and me like we’re a sub burrito.
Shay and I stare at each other, trying not to laugh. Our noses rub together.
Impressive move by the two doms to wrap us up so quickly. It must be those bondage lessons that D’Angelo has been giving Eden.
Cody breezily strolls across the lawn.
He is carrying a heavy, pastel blue physiotherapy bag that matches his boardshorts. He is wearing hisTORTURERt-shirt that Michael only partly bought him tongue-in-cheek to wear as the Director of Physical Therapy for the Bay Rebels.
My brother is handsome with neat brunette hair, freckles across the bridge of his nose, and russet eyes.
“There is such a thing as a phone.” D’Angelo fixes a glare at Cody that would freeze the balls off lesser men. But then, my brother already has a stern husband himself in Michael, who loves him unconditionally, but also knows how to steady him when he needs it. He’s not quailed by D’Angelo. “Tell me, Code, do I give the impression of being the type of person who you can drop in on without calling first?”
Cody waves at me, ignoring D’Angelo.
Then he holds up his bag. “I’m not here for you, D’Angelo. I’m here for Eden’s physio. I re-scheduled because this week will be hectic, but his session is too important to miss.”
Eden’s brow furrows. “Re-scheduled? When?”
Cody drops his bag to drag out his phone and tap on it. Then he holds it up to reveal an app with the Bay Rebels flaming puck logo.
“The team’s new scheduling app. Sorry, I should have checked that you knew about it. I forget that as D’Angelo’s PA, you’re not always included in stuff like this.”
Eden’s hands clench.
I wince.
“How about you stick to phoning or emailing from now on?” D’Angelo’s eyes darken. “And I will ensure that my PA isalwaysincluded.”
Eden’s lips curl into an almost smile; I live for the times that Eden can be coaxed into a smile. “I have the best boss.”
Unexpectedly, Cody’s expression becomes steely, as he takes in the sweaty state of Eden, abandoned soccer ball, and Shay and me rolled in the rug. “You know that you’re not meant to be overdoing things, right?”
Since when…?
Eden shifts, uncomfortable. “I wasn’t working out in the gym.”
“Uh-huh, sounds like you found a loophole there.”
Eden straightens his shoulders, looking proud.
Cody sighs. “It wasn’t a compliment. How about I give you a list of approved exercise and how many minutes a day you can spend on them, okay? Now, pain level?”
Eden hesitates. “Three.”
Cody appears unimpressed. “You know that it’s a federal crime to lie to your physio.”
Eden narrows his eyes. “Untrue.”
“Well, it should be. But it is alosing my special cakecrime, and I am baking something yummy this week.”
Eden looks alarmed. “I won’t lie.”
