A Very Merry Hockey Holiday (Assassins #6.5)
Toni Aleo
Happy Holidays, Assassin fans.
I love you.
This book is for you.
Lucas Brooks was a very lucky man.
Or at least he thought he was.
According to everyone at Rocky Top Wines though, he was crazy not only to be married but also to be completely and utterly in love with his wife, who was currently a crazy pregnant lady. While he didn’t share their sentiments, he didn’t miss the “poor bastard” looks he received as he made his way toward his wife’s office in a hurry. He had tried calling Fallon at least six times before he arrived to get her for their eldest son, Aiden’s, game but she was ignoring her phone. Like she always did when she was working. She knew he was coming though, and he planned to get on to her, but first things first was to get her out of the office and into the car.
He knew it was going to be a struggle, which was why he offered to pick her up. Not only did she hate the cold, but she was obsessing over the New Year’s party that Rocky Top Wines was throwing for the Assassins team and he wished she wouldn’t. Even without the added stress of the party, she was also only a week out from having their newest addition, a little girl. Which meant that Fallon was in full-bitch mode. He knew this. The kids knew this. Her family knew this. Everyone did. The only thing was, Lucas didn’t care. They had a hockey game to get to, and hockey came before bitch mode and parties.
Hockey came before everything.
Reaching for the door, he paused when someone said, “I wouldn’t do that.”
Lucas looked over at Fallon’s assistant Rob and chuckled. “Is she really that bad?”
Rob looked as if he had seen a ghost as he nodded slowly. “She is on a whole other level, Lucas. She told me that if I didn’t get her Peppermint Oreos by lunch, I wasn’t getting a holiday bonus!”
“I thought I stocked you up?” Lucas asked quietly, coming toward his desk.
“She ate them all!”
“I got you fifty packs!” Lucas yelled, shocked. “She ate fifty packs?”
“Dude, have you seen her ass? There’s fifty packs worth of Oreos.”
Lucas glared. “Don’t talk about her like that; I like her ass.”
“You would,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “But me, I’m mad. She said my bow tie was stupid and that I shouldn’t wear pants this tight because it was distracting. So really, she shouldn’t talk to me like that,” he said with a flair of his hand before waving Lucas off. “But whatever. I warned you. Go get eaten by Pregnantasaurus Rex.”
Lucas scoffed. “That’s funny.”
“Ain’t gonna be funny when she bites your head off for whatever reason she can think of.”
“Probably ’cause I knocked her up,” Lucas said with a wink.
But Rob didn’t think Lucas was funny. The two had gotten close over the years. Rob was Fallon’s sidekick and Lucas trusted him completely. He looked out for his beautiful wife, especially when she was with child. Fallon might threaten to take his bonus, but he would make sure Rob had a hefty check in his stocking for Christmas.
With a glare, Rob said, “I want to bite your head off for that.”
Lucas laughed before pushing the door open to find his beautiful wife working hard behind her desk. She always stunned him when he saw her. Her hair was up in a high bun, her makeup done flawlessly, and her lips ever so plump and perfect. But he didn’t miss the scowl on her face. Looking up from her desk, she glared before looking down at the clock.
“Shit,” she muttered, going to her computer and clicking around like crazy, probably since she knew he would physically pick her up and drag her out of the office without letting her finish. She had till he got to her before he would shut the computer and make her leave.
Giving her time, he smiled as he asked, “Is that how you greet your loving husband?”