Page 108 of Game Misconduct

Her melodic laugh makes my brain buzz—in the good way. “You hang out with your teammates. Ceci invited me for a drink, but if you’d rather I stay…”

“No, you should hang out with your friend.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’ll be fine here.”

“We’ve got him,” Logan adds oh so helpfully, ignoring the glare I send his way.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

But my protest falls on deaf ears.

“I’ll be back in an hour. Maybe two,” Bex says, turning in the circle of my arms. She kisses me softly. “Text me if you need anything.”

She slips into her heels, grabs her coat and purse, and slinks past my teammates.

The three of us linger in the threshold before I finally sigh and relent.

“Well, you might as well come in.” I hold the door open for them.

“I didn’t think you’d be up for some video games yet,” MacGregor says. “How do you feel about Scrabble?”

My bark of laughter surprises both them and me. “I can’t spell for shit on a good day, much less when my brains are bruised.”

“You okay with screens? Montreal is playing Toronto,” Logan says.

Our two conference rivals. All three teams are part of the Original Six, and some rivalries run deep.

“Yeah, that’s fine. You guys want a drink?” I snag my water glass from the counter and inch toward the leather sofa, sprawling over the corner.

“I’ve got it,” Logan says, bustling over to my bar cart. “Aids, your usual?”

MacGregor grunts, his attention occupied by turning on my TV.

“I think that means yes,” I sass, and Logan chuckles.

“I’ve learned how to speak his language over the years.” He fills two glasses with club soda, adding a splash of cranberry to one.

“You’ve known each other a long time?”

Logan is engaged to MacGregor’s sister. They’re cute together. She’s small and blond, and sometimes uses a cane or a wheelchair, and MacGregor is a big, burly redhead with the most freckles I’ve ever seen. If it weren’t for the matching cornflower-blue eyes, I’d never know they were related.

“Hailey and I were in the same class growing up,” Logan says as he hands over MacGregor’s drink. He settles in the recliner with his own. “Aidan is two years older, so we never played on the same team, but were always at the rink at the same time. Small town, you know?”

I grunt in acknowledgment.

“We were friendly, and when he graduated, he asked me to look out for her. Didn’t expect me to fall for her.” Logan chuckles. “I’ve had feelings for her since we were fifteen. Life took us in different directions, and then I signed with the Grizzlies, and the three of us have been best friends again ever since.”

“And you’re okay with them together?” My eyes flit to our captain. If I had a sister…

“Hailey loves him,” MacGregor says simply. “Who am I to stand in the way of that?”

Logan snorts.

“Okay, so I wasn’t always so enamored with the idea. Took a long time to come around.” He shrugs. “But seeing them together… All I want is for my sister to be happy. If this asshole does it for her, I can hardly force them to stay away from each other.”

“Like you and Doc Whitney,” Logan adds.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snap.

“Please. Everyone’s seen the way you look at her,” MacGregor says. “Coach says you’re officially together. The forms are all filed with HR.”