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attention to us.
    There is a low buzz emanating from behind the black lacquer doors leading into the private area our father reserved for his beloved team. The closer we get, the louder it becomes and the clearer the sound of multiple male voices is from the other side. When the hostess places her hand on the shiny silver knob, I know there is no turning back.
    When the doors open, I stop dead in my tracks. The room is packed with a hundred or so men and maybe a handful of women, making it impossible to move forward. The place has the ambience of a swanky lounge. High top tables for mingling and velvet red sofas are thrown in random corners for seating. This barely looks like a dinner setting, and I am a little confused, until my eyes find three long and formal tables set up in the far back corner.
    “Hey, Lyndsey, over here,” a rough, deep voice shouts from the left.
    Lyndsey looks over at a tall, broad blond with hair in a wild spiky mess waving her over. He’s in a group of four guys gathered around the bar. Wearing expensive tailored suits, they all look to be around our age, in their early twenties. Based on their spectacular physiques, I assume they are all teammates on the Bruisers.
    “Hi, Louis,” Lyndsey says as we approach their circle.
    Louis practically blushes, taking a sip from his drink. I have to smile, noticing my sister’s oblivion to the way he keeps sneaking lustful looks at her. He’s definitely the best looking one of out the four, with his broad shoulders and soft hazel eyes. The two guys on either side of him are both a bit shorter, stocky with the same crooked nose. The fourth guy has a buzz cut and scar above his right eye.
    They all must know about Louis’s unspoken claim on Lyndsey, because all three of them gawk in my direction.
    “Well, well, Miss Ashby. What a pleasant surprise.” Louis smiles, draping his arm around her bare shoulders, then looks in my direction. “Are you going to introduce us to your friend?”
    “This is Quinn, my sister. The other Ashby,” Lyndsey says with an adorable smile that makes Louis zero in on her lips. “She’s the one I told you about that ditched me for the past four years to study at the University of Pennsylvania.”
    I give them an awkward wave, watching them study my uncomfortable presence.
    “Quinn, this is Louis.” Lyndsey peels his hand off her shoulders. Then she points at one of the look-alikes. “This is Fisher.” Her finger slides over to the buzz cut. “This is Viktor.” And then she points to the other look-alike. “And this is Jeremy. They all play on the Bruisers”
    “Ah Hilton’s other pride and joy,” Jeremy says with a half-smile. “When Hilton became President of Hockey Operations he told us he had a second daughter. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
    “So where’s Cash?” Lyndsey interrupts.
    “You’re not still into him are you?” Louis asks, sounding jealous.
    “No, just curious,” she says, sending a smug look in my direction.
    “Fuck, who knows where he is?” Viktor shrugs. “He’d better show up in the next fifteen minutes. Theo is going to be furious if he has to drive to his penthouse again and yank him out of an orgy.”
    “He’s having an orgy?” Lyndsey asks, looking intrigued.
    “When I left his place, he had two girls there.” Louis mumbles.
    Great. Not only is he a goon on the ice, he’s also some sort of sex demon.
    “Can we get you ladies a drink?” Louis changes the subject, with his eyes stuck on Lyndsey’s cleavage.
    “Yes, I’ll have a martini,” she says. I shoot her an annoyed look. Lyndsey’s constant need to have a drink in her hand worries me. For what we’ve been though, I’d wish she would stop associating fun with alcohol.
    “What about you, Quinn?” Viktor asks.
    “Oh no thank you. I don’t drink.” I reply, and look over at Lyndsey. She avoids my gaze, and shrugs at Viktor like she’s forgotten why I’ve chosen to steer clear of alcohol, which only