Flynn held the elevator door for them. “I will get you in the game, Amelia.”

She leaned against the wall and gave him her best smile. “We’ll see about that, Flynn.”

When they reached the main floor and got out, Flynn led them through the complex and out one of the back doors to a parking lot. Mia climbed into the backseat of Flynn’s SUV.

“We thought we’d stop for drinks somewhere, and food,” Mia said.

“But mostly drinks,” Amelia added.

Flynn gave both of them a look. “I think you both drank your way through my game today.”

Mia shrugged. “Maybe.”

They drove back to the city, and that took a while because of all the postgame traffic. But they talked about the game. Flynn asked her if she enjoyed it, and Amelia was honest in telling him she had. Even if she’d been sitting at the top of the stadium in the wind and cold, she’d have had a great time. There was something about being at a game instead of watching it on TV that was exhilarating.

“I don’t know if it was the noise of the crowd, with everyone screaming every time the Sabers made a play, or the camaraderie of the group we sat with, but it was like a shared experience. So much fun, a lot of laughing.”

“Don’t forget the drinking,” Mia added from the backseat.

Amelia laughed. “Yes, there was definitely that. And the wine was very good. Whoever makes the bar selections has superior taste.”

Flynn’s lips curved. “I’ll be sure to pass that along to the stadium folks.”

“You do that,” Mia said. “Because good wine is everything in a football game.”

Amelia frowned. “Who said that? Chaucer?”

“I think it was Hemingway.”

“I think I should take you two home, fix you a meal with some coffee and put you both to bed.”

Amelia wrinkled her nose. “Are you insane? It’s still early.”

“In case you forget, we played the late game today. It’s already dark outside.”

Amelia craned her neck to look out the window. “Is not.”

Flynn laughed. “You’re drunk.”

“She totally is,” Mia said. “I can attest to that.”

“You’re drunk, too,” Flynn said. “I think we’ll order pizza.”

“Oooh,” Mia said. “I love pizza.”

Amelia twisted in her seat so she could face Mia. “Me, too. What kind should we have?”

“Sausage. With mushrooms.”

“Now I’m hungry. How could I be hungry? We ate so much food.”

Mia shrugged. “I dunno. But I’m hungry.”

* * *

Flynn rolled his eyes for the millionth time as Amelia and his sister ventured into yet another ridiculous topic, this time which of the “Real Housewives” of Beverly Hills was the biggest bitch. He had no idea who the housewives were or what they were talking about.

All he knew was that he was damn happy when he pulled into the driveway of the house. The two of them had babbled nonstop at each other the entire way home, mostly about nonsensical stuff. For God’s sake, they’d spent twenty minutes dissecting nail polish colors.

Then again, that topic had been better than the female things. They’d even discussed their periods and cramps and tampons. In front of him. As if he wasn’t even there. And one of the women in the car was his sister.

This was stuff he did not need to know about.

“I’m ordering pizza,” he said as he whipped out his phone. “Tell me what you want.”

“Sausage and mushroom,” Mia said.

Amelia nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

He ordered a pizza for them and another for himself. He was hungry and figured they could split one and he could have another for himself. While the two of them poured iced tea—thankfully nothing alcoholic—from the fridge, he grabbed a beer.

He definitely deserved a beer. Or maybe five. It had been a hard-fought battle on the field, and then a long drive home.

He laid his phone on the counter and headed into the living room.

“So then he said to me—‘Oh, babe, I don’t like to eat pussy.’ Like I was supposed to be okay with that?”

“What an asshole,” Amelia said. “And he thought it was okay for you to give him a blowjob, but he wouldn’t return the favor by going down on you? I assume you ended it after that.”

“You have never seen a woman kick a guy out of her bed faster.”

Flynn blinked listening to the conversation between his girlfriend and his sister, turned around and walked out of the room.

He even considered leaving the house entirely, but pizza was on the way. So he wandered upstairs and answered some e-mails and texts on his phone until he heard the pizza guy pull up in the driveway. He figured it was safe to come downstairs then, so he paid for the pizza and they all sat and ate at the kitchen island.

“Where did you disappear to?” Mia asked.

“Upstairs. Had to answer some e-mails.”

“Oh, okay.”

He wasn’t about to tell them he’d run like hell when they’d gotten into sex talk. He wasn’t shy about sex by any means. And he sure as hell would love to talk sex with Amelia. But with his sister around? That was a big N-O. He knew she was of age and no doubt had an active sex life, just like any normal, healthy woman. But to be in the middle of two women discussing oral sex, one of those women being his sister?