Page 75 of One Night Puck (Las Vegas Angels 3)

He smelled so good, like warm, spicy pine.

And he was so warm.

His strong, muscular arms held me to his broad chest.

“Really good.”

“Yeah?”

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, really, really good. They’re an awesome group, I can tell already.”

Trey squeezed me. “They totally are. I’ve gotten to know most of them pretty well since the season started.”

I hugged him right back. “They all think you’re great.”

He kissed my forehead—and I held my breath. “That’s nice. Are you ready to read? Or do you need to eat first?”

I pushed away from him and stood. “Let me put in a load of laundry, first.”

I wandered back to my bag. After I dumped it, I sorted through what was there.

“I can throw some of yours in, too, if you want.” Instead of waiting for him to answer, I grabbed his black bag and shook it out onto the floor beside mine.

A few shirts tumbled out, along with some sweats.

And three, orange prescription pill bottles.

My heart stopped beating as I stared down at the familiar looking bottles.

I knew those all too well.

I snatched them up in my hands for a closer look.

Yeah.

Painkillers.

I straightened up on shaky legs. As I leaned on the back of the couch, I asked him a question. “Is this a problem, Trey?”

I stared into his eyes, hoping he’d give me the right answer.

“Sweetheart, no,” he said, then quickly plucked the bottles out of my hands. “There’s no problem.”

I waited a minute for my head to stop spinning before I spoke again, “I’m serious, Trey,” I kept glaring at him without blinking, “Is. This. A. Problem?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Lex, I told you it’s not. I was in the ICU for Christ's sakes. There was some lingering pain for a while, but it’s improving. I hardly need these anymore.” He held up the bottles in his hand.

“I can’t be around anyone who has a—problem with those.” I pointed and glowered sternly at the offending orange bottles.

“So, if you do—” I inhaled a deep breath, “I need to know. Now.”

And I absolutely needed to know if the man I’d idolized for over a decade had a pill problem.

Because if he did—I was gone.

Do not pass go.

Do not collect two hundred dollars.