Isn't It Bromantic (Bromance Book Club #4) by Lyssa Kay Adams

            Vlad’s heart pounded. “The owner’s suite?”

            “There’s plenty of room, and Rudolph would much rather have you to talk to than his asshole family.” Miles Rudolph was the team’s owner.

            Coach didn’t give Vlad time to refuse. “I’ll tell them you’re coming tonight. Don’t let us down.” Then, with a hearty pat on the shoulder, he left.

            Vlad found Colton facedown on a massage table getting a shoulder rubdown from the same trainer as the other day.

            He cleared his throat. “I’m done.”

            The trainer jumped back, face red. Again. Colton thanked her and sat up before she raced off. Vlad waited by the door, and when Colton approached, Vlad smacked him upside the head. “She is too young for you.”

            “She offered to help with the kink in my neck.”

            “I bet.”

            “The guys are already at the diner,” Colton said.

            Malcolm, Mack, and Noah were at their regular table when Colton and Vlad arrived. Del, Gavin, and Yan were on the road with the team and wouldn’t be joining them.

            “Well, well, well,” Mack crooned. “Would you look at that, boys? Someone’s got a smile on his face this morning.”

            At Mack’s teasing, Vlad quickly lifted the enormous menu to hide his red cheeks.

            Mack tipped it back down. “You’re not getting off that easy. Spill it. How are things going?”

            Colton clapped his hands. “Oh, let me tell, please?”

            Vlad scowled at him, but it quickly became another goofy smile. The entire table broke into laughter.

            “Seriously?” Mack gaped.

            Vlad’s cheeks got hot. “Things are going well.”

            “Oh, they’re better than well,” Colton snorted. “When I walked in this morning—”

            Vlad pointed. “No.”

            Mack lifted his eyebrows. “What happened?”

            “Let’s just say I walked into the kitchen at the wrong time.”

            “Hey,” Vlad snapped. “That is my wife you are talking about.”

            “The kitchen?” Mack snorted. “Damn. You’re not wasting any time.”

            Vlad sheepishly shrugged, and his cheeks heated.

            The guys clasped their hands in front of their hearts and let out a collective awwww. The entire restaurant swiveled to stare and then quickly looked away. Most of them were regulars, too, and were used to the weird shit that came from the Bro table.

            Vlad hid his blush behind the menu again, but the guys laughed and yanked it away. “Why are you embarrassed?” Malcolm asked. “This is wonderful, man. Wonderful.”

            Mack leaned back in his chair. “Now this is a version of the Russian I like.”

            “What version is that?” Vlad asked, grinning because he felt fucking fantastic all of a sudden.

            “The I got my girl back version,” Noah said, leaning forward to offer him a hearty handshake.

            “Careful, though,” Mack said. “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself. Remember to take this slowly. You two are in that awesome early stage of your relationship, but you have a lot to unpack.”

            Noah smacked Mack upside the head. “Way to be a downer, douchebag. Let the Russian enjoy the moment.”

            “I’m just telling him to go slow. I went too fast with Liv at first, and it damn near blew up in my face.”

            Vlad closed his menu, suddenly eager to change the subject. “Let’s talk about my book.”

            Colton shook his head. “If Tony and Anna haven’t done the humping yet, I’m not interested.”



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