Dear Roomie (Rookie Rebels #5) - Kate Meader Page 0,65

buzz to the point Kennedy looked around for a nearby hive.

“Yes! But it’s probably only because he’s put it out there. Like a challenge. Behold, look at my muscles and hot scowl and cute dog. Do not touch!” Did she sound frustrated or was that the wine talking? “It’s just that I’ll be gone soon and this feels like a missed opportunity.”

“For boning,” Sadie said.

More than that. She felt a pull toward Reid unlike any guy she’d ever met. Maybe if they gave in to their attraction, she could treat him like any of her other on-the-road conquests. Place him firmly in her rear view instead of wondering what if.

“I can’t believe you’re only here for a few more weeks,” Mia said, her smile fond but sad. “A lot of clients and their humans are going to miss you.”

“And I’ll miss them. The dog-walking thing was only supposed to get me by for my few months here. I didn’t expect it to take off.” Or that she would enjoy it so much. She’d also started adding more personal errands for clients to her to-do list. “One of the players—Tate Kaminski—even asked me to help him with his grocery shopping. Apparently apps aren’t good enough. He needs someone he trusts to feel up the mangoes.”

“He’s recently divorced, right?” Tara asked as if she didn’t know the exact details of the settlement.

“Watch out,” Mia said. “Tara would love to give Tate a shot at feeling up her mangoes.”

“Mangoes? These babies are in the cantaloupe range!” Tara plumped her excellent rack, drawing appreciative cheers from the table. She pointed at Kennedy. “But seriously, that personal assistant lark can be good money. Ask Sadie.”

“You do that?”

“Used to for Allegra McKenzie of Punani Power fame,” Sadie said. “I do not miss that job but I did enjoy the free dildos. Before that I did concierge services for several clients. It was kind of fun, actually. Bigger in LA but definitely taking off here, especially if you have a needy and wealthy client base.”

“Hmm, like a team of multi-millionaire athletes,” Mia said with a wink at Kennedy.

Concierge services? That was a real thing? She had tried a number of jobs, and as much as she enjoyed yoga and teaching, there was something about her current gig that spoke to her. She liked the busyness of it and the notion she was truly getting shit done, even if it was other people’s shit. It didn’t hurt that she felt so comfortable under Reid’s roof.

In his arms, the lure of the open road faded.

“She’s already got one player on the hook,” Tara said. “Now she could have her pick of them.”

“Well, I’m living with one of them and he’s not interested in what I have to offer.”

Tara leaned in. “You two are so going to do it.”

“Tara! That is not the moral of the story. He’s hot. I’m hot. But these are not good enough reasons to be getting down and dirty.”

“I understand what you’re saying,” Casey said. “Though I’m a little worried about whether all this self-denial is good for the team.”

“She’s right,” Mia said, waving her empty glass. “What about the children? And by children, I mean, the players. These guys have killer libidos and urges up the wazoo. They need an outlet and the ice, while an excellent mistress, can also be cruel. No Rebel should be relying on the game to get his jollies!”

“Jollies,” Kennedy said with a tipsy giggle. That was a fun word, especially because it so did not apply to Reid.

“Harper wouldn’t like it,” Casey said. “She’s very much in favor of the guys taking a healthy stance to sex.”

“Do not tell Harper what you have learned here!” Mia pointed at her. “You’re in the circle and you better not break the sacred trust we’ve placed in you while we discuss how Kennedy can get inside Reid’s hockey pants.”

“But, I don’t—”

“Reid’s hockey pants? What have we missed?”

They looked up to find Erik Jorgenson, the Rebels goalie with a big grin on his face. Beside him was Theo Kershaw, one of the defensemen. Insta-famous, Kennedy had heard, as well as hockey-famous.

Mia’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Just joking about Reid’s roommate situation.”

Theo shook his head sadly. “You mean how he’s keeping little D under wraps?”

“Oh, you guys heard about that? Hold on—does Cal know?” She threw a semi-annoyed look around the group. “What did I tell you? The damn team vault!”

Erik laughed. “Durand let it slip the other night by accident, the weirdo.