Page 130 of Pucking the Team

“What? What the actual…fuck? He’s there with you now?” Trevor gasped.

I could visualize him pacing in his minimalist office with views over the Thames, his favorite white silk shirt, Armani, hanging perfectly from his broad shoulders and a cup of Darjeeling on the desk.

“Yes, Trevor.” I paused. “I’m with all four of them.”

“As in physically, like now, or as in you’rewithall four of them?”

Ben turned around. “You trust this guy?” he asked very quietly.

I nodded.

“So tell him.”

I sighed. What was the point of hiding anything from Trevor? If he was going to help me, he needed to know the truth. And I liked telling the truth. “Yes,” I said, squeezing both Eduardo’s and Dylan’s hands and looking straight at Ben. “I am with all four of them. Dating all four of them.”

“In heaven’s name, you are a dark horse, sweet pea. All those years with hardly even a date and then you leave a Greek god at the altar and run off with four studly hockey players.”

“I didn’t exactly plan it, Trevor.”

“I’d like to say I know, but…” He sounded confused.

I’d taken a very different path to the one I’d spoken about for the last year.

“I didn’t plan it.” I caught Theo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “It just happened, they were exactly who I needed when I needed them. All of them.”

“And…I mean, Eduardo…” Trevor said hesitantly, “You’re cool with her dating your teammates?”

“I want her to be happy,” Eduardo said. “That’s my main goal.”

“We all do,” Dylan added. “And if that’s what it takes we can handle it.”

“Some women are meant to be shared, it’s what gives them everything they need,” Ben said.

“And we’ll do everything to protect her, to undo this mess,” Theo added. “I can assure you of that.”

“Bloody hell with bells on.” Trevor let out a big sigh. “You really are all there. What are you doing? Are you driving? Can I hear a car?”

“Just giving some reporters the slip,” Theo said over his shoulder. “Persistent assholes.”

“You’re sizzling news,” Trevor said then… “What? What is it, Daisy? I’m on the phone—”

His secretary’s calm quiet voice sounded in the distance.

“There is what?” Trevor shouted. “Another one…oh, my precious little sweet pea, you’ve really done it.”

“Done what?”

“I’m sending you the latest picture to hitTMZ. There’s no hiding it now, I’m afraid.OKAYare going to be all over this, Steven, too.”

“I don’t care about Steven.” My phone pinged, and I opened the image. “Oh fuck.”

It was a shot of me being bundled into the very Jeep I sat in now. Dylan was close behind me, and the angle gave theimpression that his hand was on my butt. Eduardo was leaping in and throwing a furious glance over his shoulder. Ben and Theo were also in shot, Theo with his shades on, Ben’s on the top of his head. The photograph had an air of subterfuge and urgency. It had been taken from above, so there was no hiding for any of us.

“Of all the…” Dylan clenched his fists. “These people stop at nothing.”

“And so damn quick,” Ben said, stretching to look.

“What is it?” Theo asked. He slowed as we reached the entrance of the gated community.