Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)

by Meghan Quinn

Eli Hornsby—defenseman, pretty boy, and the guy who got Pacey’s sister pregnant.

Levi Posey—teddy bear on the inside, absolute bruiser on the outside—acts like the innocent one of the group with his love for bologna sandwiches and his penchant for helping old ladies walk across the streets of Vancouver when, in reality, he’s the biggest ladies’ man of them all.

Halsey Holmes, besides me, is the quickest skates out on the ice. A former twin, he lost his brother in a horrible car accident. Halsey turtled in on himself and focused on hockey and only hockey. That was until this past summer when we discovered that Halsey has a huge fucking crush on Penny’s best friend, Blakely. The only problem is Blakely is massively in love with her boyfriend. Yeah, he’s in deep.

“My name is Ollie. I’m in a really tough spot, and I’m so sorry, but I’m about to kiss you because I need to save face in front of my ex-boyfriend, who is now dating my nemesis. If you don’t stop me in three seconds, I’m going in.”

“Please pretend to be my boyfriend for a second. Also, you’re the best sex I’ve ever had.” That makes me smirk. “Damn, and I didn’t even have to do anything to earn the title.”

“Did you just try to use some alpha-hero voice on me?” “Alpha-hero voice? What the hell is that?” I ask.

“Twenty-one. How old are you?” “Thirty-one,” I answer. “Ew, you’re in your thirties?” The fuck?

Lmaoo

“You kissed an experienced man,” I point out, growing irritated. “More than I can say for your ex who looked like he still watches Rugrats on Saturday mornings.” “What’s Rugrats?” “For fuck’s sake,”

“Did you see his forearms?” Ross asks. “They were all ripply and muscular. Trust me, he’s good in bed. I bet he has a piercing.” “Oh my God, you’ve lost it.” I move around him.

“He has the tattoos and the scruffy hair. Broad shoulders. Wicked lips. Roguish eyes. There is no doubt he also has a pierced cock. And with the way you love giving head, could you imagine if there was a piercing on it?”

“Guess you kissed the right man at the right time.” She smirks at me. “I guess I did.”

“Uh, isn’t it obvious?” she asks. “Women are the true heroes in this world.”

Where the hell did Ollie Owens, the pint-sized ballbuster, even come from?

“I didn’t like that my girl was talking to another man,”

“Trust me, in that sweater, I’m very fucking grateful.”

“Good choice, Silas. You’re so good at pleasing your fake girlfriend.”

“Stats mean nothing to me. How you treat the people around you, now that’s something to talk about.”

“Not sure anyone has called my eyes soft or warm.” “Then they haven’t been looking hard enough,”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we were more?” I ask, just as a wave of nerves hits me from what he might say. “No,” he answers, and my heart falls. “But only because if I did, I’m not sure I’d be able to hold back.” “I knew you were falling in love with me.” “Jesus,”

Can’t get hurt if you’re not close to anyone.”

can easily see myself falling for this man, fast and hard.

Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean I don’t want you not thinking about me.

I might not know anything about hockey. And I might be in a fake relationship with a hockey player. But I know one thing for sure. Silas Taters just stole a little piece of my heart.

“I am, and you’re dancing with my girl. So unless you want to know what it’s like to have your face beaten in by a professional hockey player, then I suggest you leave her the fuck alone.”

“When it comes to you, I care about everything.”

“Don’t fucking bone out over my girl.” “Ha.” He points at me. “You said my girl.” “Urggh, I fucking hate you right now.”

“I’ll be patient, Silas, because you’re worth it.”

“I can admit when I’ve been proven wrong. Dating an older man is so much better.” “Damn right, babe.”

“I said don’t fucking touch him, especially in front of me. That’s disrespectful as shit. I know you might be from a different generation, but I’d appreciate if you didn’t set back feminism and act like a man-stealing bitch. Accept the fact that you’re not together anymore and move on.”

If you want your girl back, then get her back.”

And I was wrong about Ollie Owens. Losing her will be my biggest loss to date, and that includes last year’s championship run.

“I’m yours, Silas. Always have been, always will be.”

And there is no doubt in my mind that we have a bright future ahead of us because she’s mine. I’m hers, and it all started with a surprising, soul-changing kiss.