5
Lexi
Holy cow.
I’d been so dazed by Trey’s kisses—as usual—I hadn’t paid attention to anything else.
Some middle-aged guy stood right in the doorway. He looked like their butler or something.
The team owners stood behind him—Angelique and Marcel. I’d met them when they flew up to Canada.
And, towering behind them—was my dad.
Crapballs.
He looked even less amused than usual.
“Alexis, get your ass in here, girl. Now,” he pretty much growled at me.
“And you,” he said, jabbing his index finger in Trey’s direction, “get your dirty paws off my daughter.”
Double crapballs.
“Daddy, he’s—” I started to speak, but he cut me off.
“Shut it, Lexi. I already told you to get your ass in here,” my dad shot back at me.
“Mr. Hunter, with all due respect, I don’t appreciate you talking to Lexi that way,” Trey said, and I spun my head toward him.
What was he doing?
Besides making my dad even madder than he already was.
My dad’s eyes gawked at Trey, and he said, “Are you fucking with me right now? Please, tell me you of all people are not telling me how to speak to my own kid?”
Triple crapballs.
“Actually, sir, I am. That’s my wife you’re speaking to. Not only that,” Trey said, clearing his throat, “but we’re in the company of ladies. So, if you could lower your voice, and stand down—” he stepped in front of me, “like I said, I’d much appreciate it.”
Dad stared at Trey.
Trey stared at Dad.
If this were an old-time Western, they’d be drawing their weapons right now.
“Are you for real?” my dad asked with a snarl.
Trey slowly placed his hands on his hips. “I think we’ve established that. I’m not going to bring Lexi into a hostile environment and put her in danger. The choice is yours, Mr. Hunter.”
“Hostile environment?” my dad asked incredulously. “You drag my daughter off to a crappy wedding chapel, then disappear for two days—” he took a deep breath, “and I don’t have the right to be mad?”
I watched Trey’s neck as he swallowed.
Gosh, I loved his neck.
He always smelled so good—like spicy pines. And I loved letting my tongue linger on his skin after we’d—you know.
He always tasted especially salty and delicious after we’d—you know.