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Authors: Nicole Edwards
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There is so much going on, so many of them, that it’s hard to keep up.
“Let’s just say, speculation has reared its ugly head once again and the media is in a frenzy.” Spencer’s gaze flips to Kingston momentarily, then back to me. “In order to quell that particular story, we need a distraction.”
I set the bottle down and stare at him. Although I adore my brother, think he hung the moon most of the time, I know better than to give in to Spencer right away. “And that means what to me?”
“I’ll do it!” comes the cheerful voice over my shoulder.
I glance back to see Noelle moving in our direction.
“You don’t even know what they want,” I tell her, rolling my eyes.
“Doesn’t matter. Hot hockey players asking for favors… I’m in.” Noelle comes to stand beside me, resting her elbows on the bar, her grin widening when her eyes sweep over Spencer. “So, what’s the favor?” Noelle asks, her big blue eyes bouncing between Kingston and Spencer. “Please, please, please tell me it requires some sort of kinky sexual position between the two of you.”
Eww.
Even though that visual disgusts me—seriously, Spencer is my brother—I still choke out a laugh. That’s Noelle for you. We’ve been best friends since high school, when she moved in next door to us, and though we are still damn near inseparable, we couldn’t possibly be more different. I’m five foot seven; Noelle is five two. I’ve got green eyes; Noelle has blue. I have long brown hair; Noelle sports a cute little curly blond bob. Noelle is outspoken and lacks a filter on her mouth, while I’m far more introverted and tend to be politically correct.
Like I said, complete opposites.
About the only thing we really have in common is the fact that we both grew up around hockey. Oh, and we’re both single.
“No sex,” Spencer says, his tone gruff and deeper than I expected. He glances over at Kingston. “Absolutely no sex.”
Well, that piques my interest. Knowing I’ll regret asking, I can’t help myself. “What’s the favor?”
“Our boy here”—Spencer nods toward Kingston—“has found himself in a bit of hot water. With the fans and the media.”
“Not the first time,” I note.
Noelle’s head bobs back and forth as she watches the verbal volley. Then again, she generally hangs on every word Spencer says. Or any hockey player, for that matter. She insists one day she will marry one, but up to this point, she has refused any who have made a pass at her. And trust me when I say there have been a lot. She’s not a puck bunny, because she doesn’t chase after the players, she simply wants to have a happily ever after with one. In her warped little mind, it would be the thing of fairy tales. If, you know, fairy tales were real.
However, unlike the puck bunnies who’ll take the first one to look their way, Noelle is waiting for the right one to come along, whoever that might be. Personally, I think the right one is sitting right in front of her. Literally. In my opinion, Spencer and Noelle would make an incredibly cute couple. However, for some reason, the two of them have never realized that.
“And probably not the last,” Kingston says, his smirk mirroring the mischievous gleam in his dark eyes.
“Definitely the last,” Spencer counters firmly. “Thing is … the team’s in the process of … doing some makeovers. Kingston’s first.”
Noelle’s head tilts to the side as she looks at Kingston. “Why in the hell would they wanna do that? He’s so … pretty.”
I laugh, can’t help it. Kingston Rush is not pretty by any stretch of the imagination. Ruggedly handsome? Yes. Body to die for? Check. Hot as hell? Most definitely. But he certainly doesn’t need a makeover.
“Last I checked, I owned a sports bar, not a beauty salon,” I tell Spencer.
“Not the kind of makeover I’m talking about.”
Oh.
I meet my brother’s gaze.
Oh . “Not interested,” I blurt as I grab a beer bottle, pop
“Let’s just say, speculation has reared its ugly head once again and the media is in a frenzy.” Spencer’s gaze flips to Kingston momentarily, then back to me. “In order to quell that particular story, we need a distraction.”
I set the bottle down and stare at him. Although I adore my brother, think he hung the moon most of the time, I know better than to give in to Spencer right away. “And that means what to me?”
“I’ll do it!” comes the cheerful voice over my shoulder.
I glance back to see Noelle moving in our direction.
“You don’t even know what they want,” I tell her, rolling my eyes.
“Doesn’t matter. Hot hockey players asking for favors… I’m in.” Noelle comes to stand beside me, resting her elbows on the bar, her grin widening when her eyes sweep over Spencer. “So, what’s the favor?” Noelle asks, her big blue eyes bouncing between Kingston and Spencer. “Please, please, please tell me it requires some sort of kinky sexual position between the two of you.”
Eww.
Even though that visual disgusts me—seriously, Spencer is my brother—I still choke out a laugh. That’s Noelle for you. We’ve been best friends since high school, when she moved in next door to us, and though we are still damn near inseparable, we couldn’t possibly be more different. I’m five foot seven; Noelle is five two. I’ve got green eyes; Noelle has blue. I have long brown hair; Noelle sports a cute little curly blond bob. Noelle is outspoken and lacks a filter on her mouth, while I’m far more introverted and tend to be politically correct.
Like I said, complete opposites.
About the only thing we really have in common is the fact that we both grew up around hockey. Oh, and we’re both single.
“No sex,” Spencer says, his tone gruff and deeper than I expected. He glances over at Kingston. “Absolutely no sex.”
Well, that piques my interest. Knowing I’ll regret asking, I can’t help myself. “What’s the favor?”
“Our boy here”—Spencer nods toward Kingston—“has found himself in a bit of hot water. With the fans and the media.”
“Not the first time,” I note.
Noelle’s head bobs back and forth as she watches the verbal volley. Then again, she generally hangs on every word Spencer says. Or any hockey player, for that matter. She insists one day she will marry one, but up to this point, she has refused any who have made a pass at her. And trust me when I say there have been a lot. She’s not a puck bunny, because she doesn’t chase after the players, she simply wants to have a happily ever after with one. In her warped little mind, it would be the thing of fairy tales. If, you know, fairy tales were real.
However, unlike the puck bunnies who’ll take the first one to look their way, Noelle is waiting for the right one to come along, whoever that might be. Personally, I think the right one is sitting right in front of her. Literally. In my opinion, Spencer and Noelle would make an incredibly cute couple. However, for some reason, the two of them have never realized that.
“And probably not the last,” Kingston says, his smirk mirroring the mischievous gleam in his dark eyes.
“Definitely the last,” Spencer counters firmly. “Thing is … the team’s in the process of … doing some makeovers. Kingston’s first.”
Noelle’s head tilts to the side as she looks at Kingston. “Why in the hell would they wanna do that? He’s so … pretty.”
I laugh, can’t help it. Kingston Rush is not pretty by any stretch of the imagination. Ruggedly handsome? Yes. Body to die for? Check. Hot as hell? Most definitely. But he certainly doesn’t need a makeover.
“Last I checked, I owned a sports bar, not a beauty salon,” I tell Spencer.
“Not the kind of makeover I’m talking about.”
Oh.
I meet my brother’s gaze.
Oh . “Not interested,” I blurt as I grab a beer bottle, pop
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