Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1) by Kelly Jamieson Read Free Book Online Page B

from a pale overcast sky. Jesus, it wasn’t even the end of October and it was snowing already.
    When they walked into the condo, the music of One Republic was playing and Lovey was on the big couch, sock feet on the coffee table, her sleek silver Mac computer on her lap. Her head and upper body were moving to the music as she stared at her computer screen, fingers tapping on the keyboard. Pale light flooded the room through the big windows as snow fell outside.
    “Oh hey.” She looked up at them and illuminated the room with that wide, white smile. “You’re back. How was your practice?”
    “Good.” Army shrugged out of his jacket. Marc did the same, trying hard not to look at Lovey.
    “Still on Facebook?” he muttered to the floor. At least she was dressed now.
    “Um…sort of. Good news. Jillian can come to the game with me tonight.” She set aside her laptop and stood.
    “Great.”
    Yeah, she was dressed. A big, loose-knit sweater with a high neckline swaddled her from chin to thighs, black leggings covered her legs—although they didn’t disguise their sexy shape—and big Nordic-patterned knit socks ensured she was shrouded all the way to her toes. And still she somehow managed to look tempting.
    He was so fucked.
    “Who’s Jillian?” Army asked.
    “We went to college together at Madison Tech. She moved to Chicago after we graduated. When I was coming here, I planned to look her up and hopefully get together, so this is great.”
    Army nodded.
    “Okay, gonna take a nap now.” Marc moved past her toward the hall. “See ya later.”
    He made a hasty retreat down the hall, stopping at the bathroom. He walked in and shut the door, then gazed around in dismay. Lovey had apparently unpacked. Bottles of all kinds of girl crap lined the counter and the bathtub, the scent of cupcakes filling the air. A pink poufy sponge hung off a hook in the shower, and a lavender makeup bag spilled cosmetics out onto the marble vanity. A hair straightener sat on a folded-up towel there. Jesus.
    Yup. Fucked.

Chapter 5
    Lovey smiled, watching Marc disappear down the hall. She turned back to her brother, who stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.
    “What?” She blinked at him.
    He narrowed his eyes. “He touches you, he’s a dead man. Don’t screw around with him.”
    Lovey lowered her chin to one side and gave him a sidelong look. “Dude. What are you talking about?”
    “You know what I’m talking about. And you’re not sleeping on the couch again. Get a fucking bed in here ASAP. Meanwhile, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
    “I thought we already had this conversation.” She folded her arms across her chest to match his pose, cocking a hip. “You’re too big to sleep on the couch.”
    “I am, but you can’t sleep out here in those skimpy little clothes when Marc is around.”
    Now she lifted an eyebrow. “That’s what I sleep in.”
    “Get some flannel pajamas.”
    She laughed. “Right.”
    “Seriously, Lovey. This is why I didn’t want you staying here. You can’t walk around dressed like that. He was
looking
at you.”
    She grinned. “I know.”
    He groaned.
    “Oh relax, Dunc. We’re all adults.”
    “We need to talk.”
    She frowned. “About what?”
    “About why you’re here. Why you quit your job. Why you broke up with whatshisname—”
    “Richard.”
    “Yeah. Richard. And what you think you’re going to do here in Chicago. But right now…I need to have a nap.”
    She shrugged. She was familiar with game day naps. “Go ahead. And FYI, I already called Mom and asked her to get my stuff sent here. She’s going to do it Monday. I should have a bed next week.”
    He sighed again. “Fuck me. How do you do this?”
    “Do what?”
    “Never mind. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
    “Sure. Whatever.”
    He disappeared down the hall into his bedroom and she was alone again. She sucked in a long breath and let it out, looking around. Macklemore sang through her computer speakers on a playlist