“I am a little,” I admitted. “It’s a heavy responsibility.”

“That’s awesome, man,” Steele, a man of very few words, said. He grabbed a wing from the bowl and chewed on it, deep in thought but not adding anything else to his comment. He’d been more secretive than usual lately, and I knew better than to pry. Steele was the most private person I’d ever known. He didn’t even talk about his conquests unless he was wasted.

Meanwhile, the Puck Bros knew all the sordid details about Kaden’s various hookups, even when we’d prefer not to know.

“Does Caro know you’re moving her into a condo across the hall from us?”

“Not yet,” I admitted.

Steele arched his brows but didn’t reply. He shrugged and focused his attention back on his laptop. Kaden and I had speculated multiple times about what he found so fascinating that his head was always buried in that laptop. Not even a phone or tablet, but a laptop. Kaden, being a horndog, was certain it was kinky porn. I didn’t think so, but who the hell knows. People could have some surprising secrets. I suspected whatever he was doing was more personal and private than porn. I liked to think he was writing the next great American novel or something profound. That’s what I’d expect from such a quiet, introspective guy.

“She’ll kick your ass,” Kaden said.

“Yeah, I know, but I want them close.” I stole the remote from Kaden and flipped through the channels for a hockey game, ignoring his protests. He had a TV in his room. He could watch that. There’d be a disadvantage to having them so close, such as having Caro across the hall and attempting to resist her. The other would be exposing my kids to the Puck Brothers. The thought sent chills up and down my spine. Not a good idea, but they weren’t bad guys. I’d threaten them with bodily harm if they did anything unacceptable in front of my kids. Kaden would have to restrict his fucking of random women to his bedroom, instead of wherever he felt like it whenever he felt like it.

“Why aren’t you out tonight?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“He met someone,” Steele said. I glanced his direction, but he’d gone back to his laptop. Steele knew everything. The guy had heard it all and mostly kept the gossip to himself. I swung my attention back to Kaden, who was scowling at Steele. That was odd. Kaden loved talking about his sexual conquests.

“You met someone and because of that you’re staying home?”

“It’s a long story. She’s busy tonight. Some kind of family obligation.” Kaden sounded grumpy.

“And you couldn’t find anyone else willing to scratch your itch?”

“Something like that.”

“What kind of Puck Brother, are you?” I teased.

“I could ask you the same thing? When’s the last time you’ve hooked up with a random?”

“Not that long ago. More recent than you,” I shot back. I’d enjoyed my brief stint in the league before Caro had initiated contact with me.