Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Shouldn’t she be asleep?”
“I was getting ready to feed her. Actually, she was screaming her lungs out about thirty seconds before you got here. She literally just settled.”
“Liar. This beautiful angel could never scream her lungs out,” I retort as I tickle one of Jamie’s socked feet. “Look at how sweet and calm she is.”
Jamie chortles in delight.
“Fuck off. She’s acting sweet and calm because we’ve got company. She’s a little terror in real life. Aren’t you, darlin’?”
The baby gazes at her father with pure adoration.
Tuck immediately caves. “I take it back,” he tells his daughter. “You’re not a terror. Fitz, entertain the princess while I prep her bottle.”
That’s no hardship. I bounce Jamie on my knee and tickle her tummy over her pink onesie while she makes the cutest noises. Damn, this kid is frickin’ cute.
“So what’s going on?” Tucker calls from the kitchen. “It’s not like you to show up out of the blue. Especially on game night. That shot to your eye looked brutal, by the way.”
“You saw it?”
“Yeah, I was flipping between your game and Garrett’s. His is still on. Second period.”
“G’s playing tonight?” I look over at the TV, but a commercial for laundry detergent is flashing on the screen.
“Yeah. He has a series of road games coming up. Playing LA tonight.”
“What’s the score?”
“Two all. G’s looking good.”
“One of those goals his?”
“No. One assist, though.”
“Sweet.” I’m thrilled for the success Garrett’s been having in his rookie season with Boston. He’s so frickin’ talented, and he also happens to be a genuinely decent guy. A bit cocky, sure. Definitely a smartass. But he’s got a big heart, and he’s a good friend.
“Dammit, Fitz.” Tuck’s southern drawl rears its head as he chastises me. “You managed to distract me again. Why aren’t you celebrating tonight’s W at Malone’s?”
I shrug. “Wasn’t in the mood for people.”
“Okay. Then why aren’t you at home?”
Because one of my roommates gave me a BJ tonight, and I don’t know how to act around her.
“I… It’s complicated.” I keep my gaze on the top of Jamie’s head. “Dean’s sister lives with us now.”
“I heard.” Tucker’s tone is cautious. “How’s that working out?”
Well, she gave me a BJ tonight, and I don’t know how to act around her.
“Pretty good.” I keep my own tone vague and smatter kisses on Jamie’s soft cheek, making her giggle again. But it isn’t long before my baby shield is taken away from me.
“You ready, little one?” Tuck drawls. “Mama pumped this yummy goodness out just for you.”
I snort loudly.
At the sight of the bottle, Jamie’s face lights up. A few moments later, she’s sucking happily on a nipple. With a pillow propped under his elbow and a contented baby in his arms, Tuck grins at me.
“She still into you?” he asks.
“Jamie? Yeah, she loves me.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m talking about Summer Di Laurentis. I remember last winter she had a thing for you. Is that still the case?”
“Yup.”
“I see.” He looks like he’s trying not to smile. “What about you? Do you return the sentiment?”
After a reluctant beat, I dip my head in assent.
His smile breaks free. “Then what’s the problem? You worried about how Dean’s going to react?”
“No. I…” I puff out another breath. “I don’t know if I want to go there.”
Then you probably shouldn’t have let her blow you tonight.
Maybe not, but clearly I don’t possess any control when it comes to Summer. She makes me do the most uncharacteristic things. Well, she doesn’t make me. It just happens. I let her blow me in the locker room, for chrissake. Anyone could’ve walked in on us, and for a dude who hates PDA, drama, and attention, a public hookup definitely doesn’t top my bucket list.
And it’s funny—because wasn’t I telling myself the other night that if Summer was throwing herself at me, then I’d be challenging Hunter’s claim to her? Well, there’s no misinterpreting her intentions toward me anymore. I haven’t been friend-zoned. Her actions tonight proved that.
But rather than stake a claim, I ran away.
I drag both hands though my hair, which is getting too long for my liking. I prefer it out of my eyes when I’m drawing. “Hunter has a thing for her too,” I tell Tuck.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. And she kissed him on New Year’s.”
His reddish brows shoot upward. “Oh?”
“But tonight…” I stop.
“Tonight what?”
“She showed up in the locker room after I got stitched up and we kissed.” I pause. “And maybe a bit more.”
“Define more.”
“She sucked my dick in the showers.”
Tucker jerks in surprise, and the nipple pops out of Jamie’s mouth. She squawks in outrage.
“Aww, I’m sorry, baby girl,” he croons. “It’s okay, keep eating. Daddy was being a big doodlehead.”
“A doodlehead?” I snicker.
“Oh shush. You’re an even bigger doodlehead. You hear that, little one? Your Uncle Fitzy is the king of the doodleheads.” He nudges her lips with the bottle’s nipple and she latches on again. Then he frowns at me. “This happened tonight?”