Goddamn, this girl has some fire underneath that sweet girl next door's exterior.
If there’s one thing I’m good at, however, is to have the last word. “Don’t you have a walk of shame to do, instead of prancing around my house half-naked?”
My words don’t have the intended effect, though. At least, not completely.
“You’re so fucking rude. And what are you talking about? Why would I do a walk of shame?”
I bark out a laugh. “I assume you came home with Connor or Jamie. Probably Jamie. It’s morning, so you’ve served your purpose. Let me save you from some guaranteed embarrassment. Neither of them buy breakfast for random hookups or puck bunnies.”
Redness rises to her face, but she isn’t ashamed. She’s furious. “A puck bunny? I’m not a puck bunny, and it’s none of your fucking business, but I didn’t hookup with anyone.”
She’s really cute when she’s angry, and I’m enjoying that she has a mouth on her.
This is more fun than I’ve had with a woman in months, maybe even years. “If you aren’t a puck bunny, what are you doing here?”
She sets her pitcher on the kitchen table, crossing her arms over her chest. That does nothing but highlight her tits. They’re even bigger than I thought, since her t-shirt is several sizes too big for her.
“My eyes are up here, perv,” she scolds me, noticing that my attention has drifted south. “I’m here to visit my brother. Who the fuck are you?”
“I live here,” I say, gloating at the fact that this is my place, and whoever she’s visiting, she’s still an intruder. “Your brother, you say? None of my roommates have ever talked about a sister. I’m pretty sure Jamie has two brothers, and Connor is an only child.”
She looks at me as if I were a piece of hairy gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “I’m Luke’s sister.”
Hmm. Now that she mentions it, I can see some vague resemblance between this woman and my team captain. “And do you have a name, Luke’s sister?”
“My friends call me Bex, but you can call me Rebecca.”
I stifle a laugh at the bitchiness in her tone and introduce myself. “Keene McKendrick.” I balance Poonani on one arm to extend the other in Bex’s direction, offering my hand to shake.
Bex seems to accept my temporary truce offer, but the second our palms come into contact, Poonani starts hissing again.
“What the fuck is wrong with your cat?” Bex yelps. “Keep that beast under control.”
“Poonani hates all women.” Luke’s voice comes from behind me. “It’s uncanny. And she barely tolerates me and the others. The only person she loves is Keene.”
Chapter5
The House Rules
Bex
“Hey.” I turn to look at my brother, relieved that I’m no longer alone with Keene and his psychotic cat.
“Hey sis,” Luke smiles. “Did you sleep ok?”
I nod. “Yes, thank you. Your bed is very comfortable.”
Luke lifts a large paper bag. “I got breakfast for everyone. Sarge, are you joining me and Bex?”
To my relief, Keene shakes his head. “I was about to go out for a run. I like running on campus on the weekend, before everyone gets up. It’s peaceful. Do you mind if I warm up my breakfast when I come back?”
Luke slaps his teammate on the back, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that the demonic cat in Keene’s arms doesn’t as much as open her eyes at the contact. “That’s fine. Since we don’t have practice today, I bet Connor and Jamie aren’t going to wake up anytime soon. They’re going to warm theirs up too. Bex and I haven’t seen each other in a while. We’re going to catch up, since it’s just the two of us for breakfast.”
“Thank you, Captain. I’m going to put Poonani in my room, so she doesn’t get tempted to eat your sister’s goldfish.” Keene says, before walking away.
Luke makes himself a coffee and offers me one too. “Still not much of a coffee fan?” he chuckles when I decline his offer. “Let me get you a soda, and we can sit outside. It’s nice out here, not as hot as it’s in the summer, but still warm enough that we can sit outside.”
When we’re settled at the small table on the deck, Luke offers me a breakfast sandwich and a large portion of mini hash browns.
