Cage's Misconduct (NHL Scorpions #3) by Nikki Worrell Page A

over there at the bar. Kyrissa’s in the Marines and her cousin’s in the Navy here in San Diego.”
    At the mention of her name, the stacked brunette looked me up and down. She quickly decided I wasn’t a threat and ignored me. Right in front of us, she moved herself to stand in front of Cage and stroked his thigh. And not really even his thigh, if you catch what I’m saying. “Actually, I’m in the Air Force, not the Marines.”
    Still holding my gaze, he smiled and gave me a wink. “That’s right. Air Force. Well, it was nice seeing you. I think we’re going to get out of here now. We need someplace a little less crowded.”
    Before he had a chance to leave, Dan Wyeth, the equipment manager, sauntered up to our group. I’d met him the night I went to see Cage play, but hadn’t seen him since. “Hi, Dan. It’s nice to see you again.” I put my hand on his arm, and he trapped it with his.
    “Hey guys.” Dismissing the rest of them, he looked at me with his typical “come fuck me” look. Dan was a major player. Lacey had told me all about him. He’d tried to pick her up before she started dating Jody. If someone kept track, he’d gotten as many bunnies, if not more, than Cage. He was eye candy supreme, with his sandy blonde hair and a slight cleft in his chin. Even though he was a bit on the short side at a couple of inches under six feet, he had huge muscles, and I’d always loved those. I doubted they made a t-shirt big enough to fit around his biceps.
    His green eyes bored into mine like I was the only girl in the room. That was, until a willowy, long-haired blonde in thigh-high boots walked by, which was all of approximately two seconds later. I pulled my hand out from under his, the movement causing him to turn back to me.
    “Hey, Karen. I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere else and get a drink with me. Somewhere quieter maybe?”
    Cage snorted at the question. “She’s not your type, Dan.”
    Well, yeah. He was right. I wasn’t Dan’s type, but who was Cage to answer for me? “Sure.” Shit.
    Cage took a step forward, but was instantly tugged back by his date. Between clenched teeth, he growled out, “Great. Have fun, kids.” As he walked away, I watched him slid his hand down to cup Kyrissa’s rear end. His statement was obviously not heartfelt, but it didn’t bother me a bit. Why would it, right? Anyway, I had my own agenda.
    ***
    To my surprise, Dan took me to a classy upscale bar complete with a piano player. It was close to midnight, and I really would have preferred to be in a hot bath with a good book like I’d said earlier, but since I’d agreed, I might as well enjoy myself.
    A pretty waitress in a skimpy yet classy uniform sashayed her way over to us. Whoever designed those outfits was an outright genius. They were snug and short, but everything was covered except the tiniest hint of décolletage. If you wanted to, you could peek in there to see a bit more, but if not looking for it, it was a respectable amount of skin showing. Best of both worlds. Something for the men, but the women couldn’t really object. Of course, Dan was the type who went for the extra look, causing me to laugh at his obvious player style.
    His eyes snapped up at my chuckle. “What’s funny, gorgeous?”
    And there he went with the charm. “Nothing, really.”
    “It had to be something.”
    I was saved from answering as our waitress gently interrupted. “Good evening. My name is Natalie. Can I get you two something from the bar?” Her eyes lingered on Dan for a second longer than appropriate, but really, I could hardly blame her.
    “Karen?”
    “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, please.”
    I could swear dear Natalie’s voice lowered an octave when she addressed Dan. “And you, sir?”
    “Whisky. Neat.”
    “Thank you. I’ll come soon. Back. I’ll come back soon. With your drinks.”
    Well, so much for Natalie’s professionalism. I was going to have to say her particular uniform was