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When the hockey player tries to explain that the girl wasn't a puck bunny but… “I saw you leaving that room with her,” she says. He blinks at her, the realization slowly sinking in. Oh God. “She’s one of our massage therapists, Nell, I swear.” He thinks back to that moment, the one where he'd seen Nelly at the end of the hall after his massage. Cɾаp… it did look damning. He'd come out in his unbuttoned jeans in a rush to get to practice, his shirt over one shoulder and his shoes barely on. “I understand how it looked,” he explains. “Please don't shut me out.” ❤️ Read The Spice Play now, free with Kindle Unlimited >>> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DCQBVFDP