“No, don’t worry. It’ll be fine.” I had no real reason to think that, but I didn’t want her to freak out. At least it was probably just Roy. I was 95 percent sure. If it was Coach Miller, we might have a problem.

“I’ll deal with him,” I said. “The bathrooms have stalls. You can hide in there.”

Bailey nodded. “Okay.” She darted around the corner, and a split second later, the door swung open. Roy walked in, pulling the janitorial cart behind him.

Thank Gretzky.

Scrambling to sit, I leaned an elbow on my bent knee and attempted to seem casual. The fact that I had a massive fucking hard-on made it a difficult task.

I waved at him. “Oh hey, Roy.”

“Chase?” His brow furrowed, then he glanced around the locker room in confusion. “What are you doing here so late?”

“Needed some extra ice time,” I said. “Coach said I had to work on my crossovers. You know how it is. The grind never stops.”

I’d done this numerous times before for practice purposes, but the one time I ran into someone, my presence here wasn’t even a little legitimate.

His eyes fell to the bench, landing on the second pair of skates. God dammit, why didn’t I hide Bailey’s stuff? With no blood supply above my waist, I could barely carry on a conversation, let alone strategize.

Roy cleared his throat. “I see.” He gave me a knowing look, fighting back a smile. “Well, I’ll start in the offices and let you get out of here before I circle back. Have a good night, son.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You too.”

He pulled the door open, and it swung shut behind him.

“All clear,” I called softly. Bailey tiptoed back into the changing area. Her face was six shades of red.

“Oh my god,” she said, covering her mouth. “Is he gone?”

“Yup. We’re good. Just a close call.”

She didn’t need to know that we were totally busted. But I was pretty sure Roy wouldn’t tell anyone. He was a nice guy. I always gave him a hundred bucks at Christmas as a thank you for cleaning up after our gross asses. If he kept this under wraps, I would double it.

Our eyes locked, and Bailey stifled a laugh, shaking her head.

“See?” she said. “I knew you were trouble.”

* * *

BAILEY

The sexual tension between us was high after I spent the night with Chase last weekend, but it was nothing compared to the atmosphere in the truck after the arena.

The ache between my legs made it impossible to focus on anything else.