Page 9 of Pucked Together
I raise an eyebrow. "Or you could always, I don't know, knock before entering?" I tilt my head.
She rolls her eyes. "I did. You're the one that left it unlocked for anyone to just waltz in."
I must've been too preoccupied to even hear her come in. We stare blankly at each other for a beat.
"We can work something out," I relent. If only just to get her out of my hair. She's beautiful, and this stupid towel can only cover so much.
"I get morning shower dibs," she says matter-of-factly.
"Then I'll take nights." I shower at the arena after each practice anyway.
"Deal," she nods and starts to back out of the bathroom. But before she's completely gone, she adds, "And for the record, I wasn't staring at your...you know."
I laugh. "Sure you weren't, sweetheart."
"Ew, sweetheart? What are you forty?"
"Damn near," I smirk at her.
Her eyes trail the length of my body, and I get the urge to 'accidentally' drop my towel to really give her something to look at. But I choose to keep things civil, at least for the sake of keeping my friendship with her brother intact. He most definitely wouldn't appreciate such an exchange under his roof.
She leaves with a huff, and I shut the door behind her.
"Little brat," I mumble to myself.
But I'm not alone in the bathroom.
The second I step back, I hear the yip of a little black lamb-looking thing under my feet, and I slip on the tile as I try to avoid smashing it.
Chapter 3
Izzy
Ihear the sharp yelp and realize I left Wednesday in the bathroom.
Shit.
The second I open the bathroom door, I instantly regret it.
There's Ryker Balinger in all his toned and erect glory.
"Oh my God!" I shoot my hands up to my eyes, but the damage is done. And that mental image is one I won't be forgetting anytime soon.
"Would you keep this thing on a leash?" He stands up, not realizing he's left his towel on the floor.
"Would you keep that thing covered up?" I yell back.
"Knock-knock. Everything okay in here—what the!" Keelan calls from behind me.
Of course, he'd walk in right at this very moment—impeccable timing by Keelan Landry.
"It's not what you think," Ryker says as he fails miserably to cover up.
"Come on, Wednesday girl," I beckon her over to me.
She whimpers as she limps in my direction.
"Did the big bad goalie hurt you, baby?" She curls up into my arms, and I give Ryker a death glare, to which he puts up his hands in surrender, forgetting he was using them to cover up. Then, he returns them to his crotch—throwing his head back in frustration.