A Major Puck Up (The Revenge Games, #3)

by Brittanee Nicole

“Just pay attention to the little things. He still keeps a piece of you close to him. He’s not over you. And if you’re here to prove to him that you’re all-in, then you’re doing exactly what you should be doing.” My heart thunders against my ribcage as I consider her words. “And what is that?” Sara nods toward Vivi. “Putting her first. But,” she says, bumping my shoulder, “can I give you a little hint as to how to maybe move this along a little quicker?” Once again, I cough out a shocked laugh at her persistence. “Sure?” She leans in close. “Do you know about the jersey thing?” I frown. “The what?” “Oh goodie. You don’t.” She claps, making Vivi grin and wave her hands, trying to mimic her. “I didn’t know about it either until a few months ago, but let me tell you, it works.” Teeth pressed into her bottom lip, she fights a grin. “Although you should encourage Gavin to sanitize his desk at the arena when we get back. It’s seen things.” The face she makes is half cringe, half starry-eyed smile, if that’s possible. “You’ve lost me.” “The first time Brooks saw me in his jersey, he fucking lost it. You should have heard the feral tone he used on me. I wish I had a recording of it. That sucker would come in useful on the nights when—” She shakes her head. “Actually, there’s never really a night when he doesn’t give me the D, so I guess I don’t truly need a recording.”