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take responsibility. If any of them is yawning and dragging their asses tomorrow, I’m gonna take names, for fuck’s sake.”
    He strode toward the door.
    “Wait!” Lovely clasped her hands together in front of her.
    Marc stopped and turned to her. “What?”
    “You’re…not dressed.” She waved a hand up and down. “Um…there are women out there…”
    “Oh. Yeah.” He shoved a hand into his perpetually tousled hair.
    For some reason Lovey did not want him strutting nearly naked out there in front of those other women, most especially in front of Angel. “I’ll tell them to go. I’ll get Duncan to help.”
    He narrowed his eyes at her, then shook his head. “No. I’ll do it. Give me a minute.” He took a few steps to a chair in the corner of the room and grabbed the jeans he’d been wearing earlier. He pulled them up over his boxers, shoving a hand inside them to unself-consciously adjust himself.
    Lovey’s pulse spiked and heat gathered low inside her.
    He flicked up the zipper and button and then reached for the doorknob. She sighed. Oh well. A shirt was maybe too much to ask for. Not that she wasn’t enjoying the view. She trailed behind him down the hall to the living room, where music still pulsed, watching his long-legged athletic grace, the many muscles in his back, the bulging muscles of his shoulders and upper arms.
    Holy hell and shitfire. Her legs went weak.
    “Okay, assholes, get the hell outta here,” he shouted in the living room. “At the rink at ten o’clock, for Chrissake.”
    All eyes turned to him.
    Lovey bit her lip as she leaned against the wall and watched. Were they going to be pissed? Would they even listen to him?
    Duncan reached for the sound system and turned the music off. Silence expanded around them.
    “Yeah, sorry, man.” Andrew stood up from the couch. “You’re right, it’s late.”
    “If you guys are hungover tomorrow, I’m gonna nail your asses into the boards,” Marc threatened. “Your head is aching, just wait.”
    “I’m good.” Jared stood too. “Didn’t drink that much. Chill, dude.”
    Marc rolled his eyes.
    “Okay, g’night everyone.” Duncan herded people to the door.
    Lovey gaped at how everyone obeyed Captain Codger, even apologizing, for the love of cheese. His teammates clearly respected him.
    “You’ve got my number, right, handsome?” Sadie said to Duncan.
    “Uh. Yeah.” Duncan looked like someone was about to take a slap shot at him.
    Lovey rolled her eyes. Her brother was a big redneck goof. She never got why girls thought he was so attractive.
    “Got time to nap in the afternoon.” Olaf Pilkvist moved to the door. “No worries, Captain Codger.”
    Lovey’s lips twitched. Then she watched Angel assess Marc’s impressive chest. Blergh.
    “Sorry, ladies.” Marc shot them a small smile. “Someone has to keep these guys in check.”
    “Good job, Captain,” Angel said in a throaty voice. She ignored Lovey standing near the hall. “See you again sometime?”
    “Yeah, sure. Maybe.”
    Lovey’s smile tugged her lips again. How noncommittal he was. Well, at least she knew he wasn’t an asshole.
    The guys grumbled, but the condo was empty within minutes of Marc appearing.
    He turned and saw her standing there, watching him. “Oh. Hey.”
    “Sorry to barge into your bedroom. I wasn’t thinking.”
    “What the fuck, Lovey?” Duncan demanded. “What’d you do?”
    She rolled her eyes. “I was just worried about him. He disappeared without even saying good night. I thought something was wrong.”
    “Nothing other than the fact that he’s the world’s biggest party pooper.” Duncan didn’t even try to hide the comment from Marc.
    Marc just laughed. “Shut the fuck up. You just didn’t have the balls to kick them all out.”
    “I was having fun.”
    Marc shook his head. “I need sleep. G’night.”
    “Christ. Do I really have to sleep on the couch?” Duncan turned to Lovey as Marc disappeared.
    “I’ll sleep