Page 91 of Player For Hire

She nipped it out of his hand. “Think you’re good, Romeo.”

He pushed out his lower lip adorably.

I hurried over to the kitchen and grabbed some bread, making him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was the easiest thing to fill his stomach. And because he was Colder, I made two. I plopped them on a plate and came back to find him with his arms spread out along the top of the couch, his eyes already closed.

Iona moved to the loveseat, still holding both our glasses. “Think he might be a little more drunk than we think.”

“Not like him.” I couldn’t decide if I should be worried or not.

“The half smile on his face says it’s probably nothing bad.”

“You think?”

Suddenly, he sat up, his silvery blue eyes red-tinged and unfocused. He spotted me and dragged me close, linking his arms around my waist. “Hi.”

I laughed and stroked his hair, holding the plate up. “Hi.”

“And that’s enough for me.” Iona stood. “You can enjoy drunkie. I’m going to go watch TV in my room. I have an early day.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going out of town?”

“Nope. Just into Rochester. I’ll be back around dinner.”

“Okay. How about pizza?”

“Pizza!” Colder grinned up at me. He really was pretty buzzed. Adorably so.

“Guess pizza wins for everyone.” Iona lifted her wine glass to me. “Have fun with that.”

“Gee, thanks.”

She disappeared down the hall to her room, leaving me and my drunk guy to our own devices.

His arms loosened enough that his hands slid down to cup my ass. “You smell amazing. You always smell like summer.” He nudged my crop top up to brush a kiss along my stomach. “And you’re so soft.” He urged me forward until I straddled him on the couch. “Did you make me PB-n-J?”

“I did.”

His eyes went soft as he took the plate from me.

I tried to get off him and his other hand landed on my ass again.

“Nope. Stay right there.”

“Colder, you’re drunk.”

“Not that drunk.” He took a bite from the sandwich and grinned at me. “I’m always going to want your sweet ass on my lap.”

This was a different Colder. He was always playful, but he was sliding into the bro zone. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“What did Cal and you talk about?”

He took a bigger bite. “Can’t say,” he mumbled around bread and peanut butter.

I dabbed away a little of the raspberry jelly at the corner of his mouth. “How come?”

He swallowed and winked. “Surprise.”

“Good surprise?”