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“Got you a scotch,” Kodie says, sliding a glass in front of me.

“How the fuck did Rovvy pull her?” Rett asks, watching as he grinds up against her, making his intentions for the night more than obvious.

“Fuck knows. He’s seriously punching; she’s smoking,” Storm states, earning himself a slap around the head from Parker.

“She’s nowhere near as hot as you, obviously.”

Parker glares at him, causing everyone around the table to laugh.

“Uh oh, someone isn’t getting any action tonight,” Handsy teases.

“Come on,” Hailee says, hooking her arm through Parker’s. “Let’s go and dance. Show him what he could have had tonight.”

Parker’s grin turns evil as she walks off with Hailee, her ass swaying from side to side, and Storm groans.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Hayden points out.

“She’ll get over it. I guarantee that I’ll end the night inside my wife.”

Rett chokes on a mouthful of beer as those words leave his best friend’s mouth.

“Oh shit,” Fletch mutters, slapping him on the back.

“Whoops,” Storm says with a smirk.

“Whoops, my ass,” Rett mutters, wiping the tears from his eyes from his coughing fit.

Thankfully, Storm changes the subject from what he plans to do with Rett’s sister tonight, and we return to the much safer topic of hockey, discussing the trades that have been announced recently.

Before I know it, my hour is over, and I’m free to leave.

There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to. It’s the most fun I’ve had on a night out in a very long time. But the promise of what’s to come once I’m locked safely inside my hotel room has me making my excuses.

Cooper: You’d better be awake…

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GARRETT

The second I see his name on my screen, a shot of adrenaline goes through my veins.

Forcing him to stay out with the guys was the right thing to go, but fuck. It’s been a long fucking hour.

Garrett: As if I’d fall asleep…

My temperature soars as I shift on my bed.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been here, waiting, for the last fifteen minutes.

Honestly, I didn’t think he’d last the hour. I thought he’d bail after thirty minutes max.

I’m weirdly proud of him for sticking it out. Of course, he could be lying. Forcing me to wait, torturing me for making the suggestion in the first place.

DMan: I’m in a rideshare heading back to the hotel.

Garrett: Alone?

DMan: Of course I’m alone. Jesus.