Page 190 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
Of course she did.
Daltyn drops his forehead briefly against my shoulder like he’s reconsidering every decision that led him here.
The knocking gets louder.
“IF YOU’RE HAVING MORNING SEX, JUST SAY THAT!”
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
Daltyn drags a hand down his face. “I’m gonna move to another country.”
“TOO LATE!” Gram yells through the door. “I ALREADY SAW YOUR SUV. I KNOW YOU’RE HERE!”
A muffled male voice follows. “Should I kick the door open?”
Oh no. Connor’s with her.
Daltyn goes completely still beside me. “Why is Connor here?”
“GRAM SAID THERE WERE MUFFINS!” he yells.
“I hate all of you,” Daltyn says toward the ceiling.
Another voice joins in. It’s Ford. “Connor, stop trying to shoulder-check the cabin.”
“I WANT THE MUFFINS.”
I make the mistake of laughing. Daltyn looks down at me. Something in his expression softens at the sound.
Which somehow embarrasses me more than lying on him. But not as much as grabbing his dick.
The pounding starts again.
“Daltyn!” Connor shouts. “Open this door before I tell Peyton about the time you cried during Homeward Bound!”
Daltyn looks horrified.
Gram gasps dramatically from outside. “HE CRIED? I’ve never seen the goalie show emotion.”
“EVERYBODY CRIED!” Daltyn roars back.
I’m laughing hard enough now that tears sting my eyes.
And just like that, some of the heaviness from last night finally starts to loosen.
“We’d better let them in,” Daltyn says. “We won’t get any peace otherwise.”
The second Daltynopens the cabin door, the chaos floods inside.
Gram marches in first, carrying two paper bags, a tray of coffee balanced in one hand, and enough chaotic energy to power a small city. When she sets the paper bags and coffee on the island, I see the tote bag slung over her shoulder.
What in the world is in that?
Never mind.
I don’t want to know.
Connor follows directly behind her, holding whatappears to be an entire box of muffins against his chest like a hostage situation.
