Grinder (Seattle Sharks Book 1)
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“I’m going to tell Gage you were rude to me,” she continued.
I chuckled, cracking an egg and letting it hit the hot skillet. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’ll be hard to tell him without his cell number.”
“How did you know he didn’t…” the girl smacked her lips shut and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
The pain that flickered in her black rimmed eyes almost made me feel sorry for her. Almost. But she’d gotten herself into this mess, just like every other flavor of the night did with Gage.
I’d known him before he became the famous NHL bad boy he was now, but he’d always been an honest man. He’d never let a puck-bunny think she was anything more than that, and there was only one woman in the entire world who owned his heart, and that was Lettie.
In a bracelet-jingling, heel-clacking mess, the girl stomped out of the kitchen and slammed the front door to the house a few moments later.
I swallowed the tiny bit of jealousy that stung my insides--I did not envy the bunnies--I merely hated how they now had a piece of him I’d never had but fantasized about for years. It wrote my plaguing curiosity over what Gage would be like after dark and between his sheets, as nothing more than the crush I’d had on him since we were kids. Of course, those feelings had never left me, only grown stronger...but I credited it to the fact that outside of Jeannine and Paige, he was the best friend I’d ever had.
I slipped Lettie’s sunny-side-egg onto her plate next to the muffin, shoving my feelings down in the locked box where they had always been and would always remain. Gage hadn’t trusted another woman since Helen left, and I knew he’d never look at me as anything more than his best friend or his daughter’s nanny. And I adored Lettie, so crossing the professional line that was firmly in place wasn’t an option even if by some small chance he flirted with the idea. Which he didn’t.
I took Lettie’s plate and a sippy cup full of milk to her table. She quickly put her crayons in her prized black bucket with the Seattle Sharks logo on the front and scooted it to the side.
“Thank you,” she said while grabbing her tiny fork and stabbing at the egg greedily.
I kissed the top of her head and went back to the stove. Gage liked his eggs fried, so I put a few drops of olive oil in the skillet and cracked four of them open. Sipping on a glorious cup of black coffee, I tried to let the puck bunny’s maid assumption roll off my back, but after the hundredth occurrence, it had started to turn my stomach sour.
It was bad enough that my two best friends either ran a Fortune-five-hundred company or earned Michelin stars at her brand new restaurant. Now I had to deal with the puck-bunnies Gage brought home constantly mistaking me for nothing more than his maid?
I sighed and flipped his eggs over.
Screw that. I loved Lettie—she claimed my heart the first night she fell asleep on my chest when even Gage hadn’t been able to soothe her from the night terror she’d awoken from. And though taking care of her wasn’t my life’s ambition—I was still figuring out just what the hell I wanted to do—being her nanny was more rewarding than any job I’d ever had, and now I had the perk of living with her. She was the coolest little girl on the planet and knowing I had her love was worth more than a six-figure paycheck, though Gage did pay me well, and probably more than the average rate.
We had history, and when his mom had decided she wanted to travel more—making it where she could no longer watch Lettie while Gage was traveling with the team—my mom had come to me with the job opening. And since I was still stuck checking the unemployed box on my life’s application, I jumped at the opportunity.
I supposed when I had something as precious as Lettie for a profession, it didn’t matter that the bimbo-bunnies thought I was just a servant in Gage Manner. I knew the truth.
“She gone?” Gage’s voice cut through my thoughts as he rounded the corner and I gripped the spatula a little harder.
Hot damn. Why did he have to walk around shirtless eighty percent of the time he was home?
“Yes,” I snapped, unable to take my eyes off his broad chest or the thin, intricate black lettering tattooed on the top of his pec that detailed Lettie’s birth stats. Then I had to look down—because I was a masochist—at his carved abs and those damn V lines that were so defined I didn’t think he was fully human. The soft cotton gray sweats he wore hung off his hips, showing he was rocking them commando. My mouth watered and an ache wrenched in the pit of my stomach.
“You’re burning my eggs,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
I blinked and jolted when I saw a tiny bit of smoke coming from the pan. I quickly dragged the spatula across the pan and gave the eggs a fast stir. “You’re having scrambled today.”
“Put them on top of a piece of toast for me, please?” He flashed the same damn grin that had gotten me to keep a stray kitten he’d found when we were kids, one he couldn’t take care because his mom was allergic. The same grin that had convinced me to sign off on traveling with him to every game this year, toting Lettie along too. He was lucky his love for her made him endearing, because his other dominate qualities—like screwing everything that moved and taking everything but a firstborn sacrifice to earn his trust—were not.
Gage dropped to his knees next to Lettie, who had cleaned her plate and returned to coloring somewhere between my anger at the bunny and my embarrassment over ogling Gage. My growing curiosity about how he was in bed amplified—hell, I’d heard dozens of women scream from his room even when mine was an entire floor below his—but I couldn’t let these thoughts get out of hand. I couldn’t let my innocent crush start to turn into anything more serious.
To be honest, it hadn’t been an innocent crush since I started working for him six months ago, but living here now? Ugh.
I blamed his incredible body and those damned blue eyes that resembled the deepest part of the ocean on the brightest, sunniest day.
“Aren’t her puppies gorgeous?” I asked as he eyed the work she focused on so intently.
“That is the most beautiful puppy picture I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her cheek and tickled her neck throwing her into a fit of giggles.
I fixed his plate and poured him a cup of coffee, doctoring it just the way he liked. Cooking for him wasn’t part of my job description but we’d fallen into an easy habit since I started, and it didn’t bother me. Getting to live as a working piece of furniture in his five-star life was as close as I’d get to where my friends, Paige and Jeannine, had already established themselves.
“Bailey knows great art when she sees it,” Gage said, releasing Lettie from the hug he had her in and taking a seat at the island.
I smiled and set his plate down in front of him.
“Too bad she’s never done anything about it,” he added before taking a massive bite.
I scowled at him and jerked his plate back, taking it to the other side of the kitchen where I leaned against the counter. I took a bite and gave him a screw you look.
He raised his hands in defense. “What? Who majors in Philosophy when all they want to do is paint?”
“There is plenty of philosophy in art,” I said, “and you know why I did. Mom said Art would never take me anywhere.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Art and philosophy are amazing. Please teach them both to my daughter. Now, give me back my eggs.”
I chuckled and returned his plate to him, minus another bite.
He shook his head, his thick black hair still wet from the shower he’d taken this morning. The man had a routine, and I was privy to nearly all of its time slots. Including pre and post one-night stands. It made me sad for some reason, seeing him take no effort to find a woman who actually deserved him.
“This morning’s bunny was a real treat,” I said, holding my coffee mug up and taking a drink.
He glanced over his shoulder at Lettie, still engrossed in her coloring, before returning his focus to me. “I meant t
o have her out of here before Lettie woke up, but she’s up early. Did the girl say anything in front of her I need to feel guilty over?”
I sighed and shook my head. “No. Just to me. I’m used to it though.”
He tilted his head.
“Not important.”
He set his toast down and wiped his hands on a napkin. “If they’re saying hurtful things to you I’ll stop bringing them to the house.”
Warmth fluttered in my chest. He’d do that for me? “That’s ridiculous. This is your house. Honestly, it’s not a big deal.”
“Anything that makes you uncomfortable is. I thought you were cool with it, but if you’re not, I’ll find other means.”
“Why would you care that much?”
He pushed back from the island and came over to me, stopping an inch or so away. “You take care of my daughter when I can’t,” he lowered his voice, I assumed so Lettie wouldn’t hear. “You’re as important to her as I am, and I can’t have anything drive you away…she’d be crushed.”
I swallowed the rock that had lodged itself in my throat. While I had no plans to leave Lettie soon, I knew I couldn’t be her nanny forever. All I’d ever wanted--besides maybe a gallery of my own--was a family someday, and while I loved this job, and Lettie, I would never make my own children feel like a second choice. Lucky for me, I had no man vying to put a ring on my finger, so the problem wasn’t a real threat yet.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “I’m just surprised you’ve kept up your old-school antics after having her. I mean, she’s your daughter. What if some boy treated her the way you treat women?” The question left my mouth before I had the chance to filter it through my brain. I clenched my eyes shut, knowing I crossed the employee/employer line, but damn, we’d been friends long before he’d hired me.
He was the guy I’d spent every summer with, relaxing at his parent’s cottage, sneaking the horses out of their stalls for midnight rides. Sure, we’d lost touch when I went to Cornell and he went to UDub, but it didn’t dull the fact that I knew him, and that he deserved more than the string of meaningless sex he’d fallen into.
When I opened my eyes again he was a statue before me, locked in faraway thoughts. I hated that I’d put them there, hated that I’d just made him question if he was raising his daughter properly. He was a damn good man and an even better father. He’d demanded to keep Lettie when her mother had decided to run off with another NHL player after she was born. That same season Gage had been benched when he’d broken his collar bone and torn his rotator cuff, but it hadn’t stopped him from soothing night terrors or diaper changes. Besides, it wasn’t like Helen had been much help when she’d actually been around.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean it like that. You were right. The bunny ruffled me is all.”
Gage stood so close I could feel the heat coming off his skin. I battled the urge to reach out and touch it, just to see if the muscles underneath it felt as hard as they looked. If he’d just wear a damn shirt once in awhile I wouldn’t be so flustered. That or maybe if I ever had a conquest of my own, but caring for a three-year-old full time didn’t give me a ton of opportunities to hunt one down.
“It’s fine,” he finally said and stepped backward. “I’ll try and do better.”
“That’s not what I meant. Gage, you’re—”
“Daddy, daddy!” Lettie squealed running up to him and wrapping her arms around his leg. “Look!” She held her fully colored paper out to him, pride and accomplishment beaming in her eyes. He took the paper from her and grinned.
“It’s beautiful.” He walked to the stainless-steel fridge and instantly secured the paper with a magnet next to an array of her other drawings. “I think we’re going to need a bigger fridge soon.”
She bounced up and down on her toes before he scooped her up and held her on his hip.
Damn. My ovaries were hotter than the eggs I’d nearly burned a moment ago.
“You want to go to the Zoo today?” He asked, eskimo kissing her.
“Bailey too?” She asked, and both of them glanced my way, their eyes matching in color and hope.
“Of course,” he said. “As long as you say please.”
“Please?” Lettie drug the word out as she bounced in Gage’s arms.
The girl had me wrapped around her finger, not that I would’ve ever dreamed of saying no.
“Check it out, Bailey,” Gage said, motioning to a brochure resting on top of Seattle’s premier art gallery’s marble welcome desk.
After a few hours at the Zoo, we popped in here to show Lettie the newest display of abstracts they’d brought in last week. I crossed the distance to him, Lettie on my hip, her eyes wide as she took in all the artwork, but her little body was exhausted from the outing today.
“Find a new nightclub you’re dying to exploit?” I teased with my eyebrows raised.
He fake laughed. “Funny. No, it says their opening up a small number of slots for an internship.” He handed the brochure to me and I snatched it from him, reading the information quickly.
I’d toured several gallery programs after graduating but hadn’t found a place I’d felt at home in. Here? I could learn from the best in the state and work my way up until I was able to run it or open one of my own. The distant dream pulsed at the back of my mind but Lettie wiggled in my arms.
“Can we see the green one again?” She asked, her body leaning in that direction. “Please.”
“Of course.” I handed the brochure back to Gage. “They probably wouldn’t take me anyway,” I said, shifting Lettie on my hip. “Besides, I have my hands full at the moment.”
Gage pocketed the paperwork, following me as I hurried to the piece Lettie had quickly donned her favorite. “They’d be crazy not to. You have a knack for this. It’s in your blood,” he said. “And you know we could make the schedule work.”
I glanced at him to see if he were joking, shocked to see he not only had full confidence in my abilities but was completely willing to support the endeavor too. I smiled at him. “You may be the best boss I’ve ever had.”
A shudder rippled the muscles threatening to burst out of his thin blue t-shirt. “Don’t call me your boss.”
“What am I supposed to call you? Mr. McPherson? Baby-Daddy?” I clenched my eyes shut the second the word popped out of my mouth. Seriously? Could you be more obvious?
Lettie giggled and I popped my eyes open. Gage licked his lips and cleared his throat.
“Gage suits me just fine. Always has.”
I nodded, quickly focusing on the painting in front of us in an attempt to hide the blush heating my cheeks.
Didn’t matter what I called him. He was still setting off every hunger nerve I possessed and I hadn’t even lived with him for more than a day. If this kept up it would be weeks before I was ravenous, and I knew only one thing would slake that need.
Gage McPherson.
My best friend, Seattle Sharks’ best grinder, and my boss.
Chapter 3
Gage
Low and fast, I flew across center ice toward my target.
Time to learn your lesson, asshole.
I met the rookie with the gentle kiss of crushed gear against the boards. The sound was almost as satisfying as watching the arrogant kid crumble at my feet.
Almost.
“For fuck’s sake, McPherson,” coach called from the bench.
I shrugged with a grin as the kid stared up at me, clearly having had his bell rung. Then I passed the puck to Rory just as the final whistle blew.
“You okay, kid?” I asked, skating back over to offer my hand.
“Yeah…” he mumbled, getting to his feet and shuffling toward the bench.
“Still think you’ve got my starting spot on lockdown?” I laughed as he flipped me the middle finger.
“You could have taken it a little easier on him,” Rory said, slapping me on the back.
“Fuck that, you would have made him bleed,” I t
ossed back.
“Truth,” he admitted as we skated off the ice.
“I was impressed you waited this long,” Warren added. “I figured you’d have laid him out a month before now, the way he’s been running his mouth.”
“Nawh. I had let his ego grow just big enough to really hurt when he crashed back down to earth.” I threw open the locker room door and sailed through, my two best friends right behind me. Rory Jackson, Warren Kinley, and I were unstoppable on the ice, a line no one could compete with, and we were just as tight off the ice.
“Feeling okay, kid?” I asked as I passed the rookie’s locker.
He looked up from where he sat on the bench and gave me a sarcastic thumbs up. I shook my head and kept walking until I reached my spot between Rory and Warren. Maybe there were only six years between that twenty-two-year-old and me, but there was a shit ton of experience packed into them.
“McPherson,” Coach called from the doorway to his office as I pulled off the last of my gear.
“Coach?”
“My office.”
Fuck, that was not his happy face. “Sure thing,” I said. “Shower first?”
“Hell yes, you smell.”
His grin was all I needed to know that at least I wasn’t getting cut. The matter of starting when the season began in the next month was another issue.
“Hey, want to head out with us tonight?” Warren asked as he hung his chest protector to dry.
Not that I didn’t want to get laid, but yesterday morning had been a close call. The last thing I needed was one of those girls saying something to Lettie. Jesus, she was getting too old for me to be bringing them home. Fuck, maybe she was too old for me to be doing it. Maybe Bailey was right, and I needed to watch what Lettie saw, and the example I set.
Being a grown-up fucking sucked.
“Gage?” Warren repeated.
“Nawh, man. I need to head home to the girls.”
Rory laughed.
“What?” I asked as he shook his head.
“You. For someone who fucks anything in a skirt, you’re about as married as they come.”