“Thank you.”

“Don’t get excited yet. I said I might.”

“I’ll take that as a positive.” I lowered my voice and leaned across the table. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.”

“About Bria?”

I nodded. “She’s been—” I racked my brain for the right word, but any words were hard to come by with her so close I could smell the fresh scent of her soap.

“She’s been what?” She met my gaze and leaned closer as if hypnotized by the same anomaly currently stealing my sanity. Our faces were several inches apart, and my eyes were drawn to her kissable lips. Just a few more inches and I’d be able to kiss her. God, I could almost feel those soft lips on mine, taste the sweetness uniquely hers, breathe in her scent—

“What the fuck is going on here?”

I jerked my head around at the sound of that familiar grumpy voice and hunkered down over my drink. Guilt raced through me, and I hung my head in shame. My beer became the most interesting thing in the room. Not only had I broken the bro code by sleeping with a teammate’s wife but I’d been ready to break it again with his sister. What was wrong with me? There were plenty of females around; why did I have to have the hots for her?

Jock slid onto the bench next to his sister, forcing her to move over to make room. “Shouldn’t you be out partying with the rest of the Puck Brothers? Then you can go screw someone else’s wife.” His glare was pointed, and he said Puck Brothers as if the term left a sour taste in his mouth. I flinched, feeling the sting of his insult deep in my bones.

“Jock.” His sister punched him in the arm. “Don’t be rude.”

He stared at her incredulously. “Rude? Whose side are you on?”

“Yours, of course, but you know what the coach said.”

“I don’t see the coach anywhere around, do you?” He narrowed his eyes and swung his gaze back to me. “What are you doing here with my sister?”

“Just talking,” she said quickly before I could form a good response.

“Right. My wife wasn’t enough; now you’re going after my sister? You don’t understand the true meaning of the bro code, do you?”

“I’m not after your sister.” Yet I was, and the guilt was probably written all over my face. “I think I’d better go.”

“Good idea.” Jock glowered at me.

“Good night, Jock, Geneva.” I dropped a ten on the table to pay for my drink and got the hell out of there. Rooming with this guy was going to be virtually impossible, but I refused to admit defeat, not that I had any choice in the matter. If I was lucky, I’d be asleep before he returned to the room.

I’d been about to tell Geneva about Bria’s appearance. Perhaps Jock’s timely appearance was a warning not to stir the pot.