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the guy had a drug problem that everyone was aware of. Why they allowed him to still play on the team was beyond me.
    "Hey. You good?" Layla moved up beside me and wrapped an arm around the back of my waist.
    "Oh yeah. Why?" I looked her way as we walked toward the back of the house.
    "Your neck is red, which means you're fighting tears or incredibly pissed. Which is it?"
    "Both?" I forced a laugh and grabbed a beer from the ice tub in the kitchen.
    "Do I need to beat someone's ass?" She lifted her eyebrow and put her hand on her hip as my brother walked up to join us.
    "What's going on?" Concern moved across his handsome face as he studied me.
    "Nothing. Just living my normal fucked up, boring-ass life." I shrugged, handed him the notebook and popped the top on the beer before downing half of it. "I need to get laid. Any suggestions?"
    Four guys yelled 'me' behind us before Jayce whipped around and gave them what I had to assume was a scary-ass look. They all quieted down as Layla chuckled and my brother grimaced.
    "Stop talking like that. You know these guys would be all over you like stink on shit. No teasing anyone. I'd hate to have to kill a mother fucker." He took my beer and finished it for me, leaving me and Layla standing there as he walked back into the living room with threats on his tongue.
    I moved to the back door and let my eyes move along the yard until I found Lucas standing alone with his back to the house. His hands were clasped on top of his head, his chin lifted to the sky as if he were deep in thought.
    The way his jeans hugged his perfect rear left my stomach tensing up. As disgusted as I was with him fucking Lizzy a few minutes ago. On some level I understood the need for a release of any kind all too well. He turned and glanced up at the house as if he knew I was watching him.
    Letting out a short sigh, I opened the back door and walked down the stairs toward him.
    "If you're going to give me shit-"
    "Shut up." I lifted my hand and continued my trek toward him. We didn't converse much outside of what needed to be done for the team, which was the safest route for both of us, but I could tell he was hurting. Somehow it left me affected, as much as I hated it. "What you do is your business. Just like the other guys."
    "That's true." He brushed his hand over his dark goatee and watched me with his piercing blue eyes. "What do you want, Aubrey?"
    "The information on the Frozen Four Tournament so that I can finish planning the trip." I slipped my hands into my pockets and glanced up at the dead trees and piles of darkened leaves that littered the ground.
    "Really?" His voice grew soft, and I hated with a passion the way it drove me to take a step back. We were at a comfortable distance, and yet every cell in my body screamed for me to close the distance. Three years of watching him hurt from the sidelines and not knowing why. None of us knew. We just figured he was a haunted man by the choices in his past, but there had to be more to it.
    "Really, what?" I threw a bit of attitude back at him and enjoyed immensely the way his sexy lips lifted in a smirk.
    "Really, that's all you wanted was a schedule." He crossed his thick arms over his chest, drawing my eyes to race down his toned body to the bulge in his jeans.
    I wanted a lot more than a schedule, but I'd never utter the truth until he did. It was a waiting game, and with him graduating in three months, it was one that was soon to be over. Fear at losing the greatest opportunity for passion swirled inside of me.
    "Yeah, just the schedule." My words were far more sensual sounding than I'd planned.
    His eyes widened a little, and he took a step toward me as my heart almost stopped.
    Layla called from just behind me. "Hey, you wanna go grab ice with me? The guys are out."
    "Duty calls." I licked at my lips as I took one more look at him and turned to jog toward Layla. My pulse raced at the very idea of him touching me. I would most likely melt into a puddle