Dirty Groom by Mira Lyn Kelly

Author:Mira Lyn Kelly [Kelly, Mira Lyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mira Lyn Kelly Books, LLC

We’ve got early practice, so I start a pot of coffee for Stormy and try to creep through the apartment without too much noise on the way out. I think about texting to let her know when I’ll be back, but she was up late and I don’t know if her phone is silenced. A sticky note with the garage code and spot number next to the keys will have to do it.

Then I grab my bag and head down for the Lyft.

We’ll get the car situation sorted out along with everything else as it comes. Once I clear the air with Nichols, maybe I’ll ask him to help me pick up Stormy’s car where we left it back at her office.

Crazy to think he’s going to be my brother-in-law. The guy’s so over-the-top chatty and friendly as it is, once we’re officially in-laws?

I huff a laugh into my fist as the early-morning traffic moves on the Drive. I could do way worse.

Most of the team is on the ice already, so I haul ass getting ready. I’ve just laced up when the man himself rounds the corner.

“Got a minute?”

“Yeah, man.” I push up from the bench, wondering if I should start calling him Noel. “Wanted to talk to you anyway.”

He nods, his mouth splitting into a wide grin. “I bet you did.”

The hair on the back of my neck starts to stand.

That smile he’s giving me… doesn’t look quite right.

In fact, I’m pretty sure the only time I’ve ever seen a look on Nichols’s face like this was when we played against the Blaze last month and that fucker Holtz checked Whalen into the boards from behind and the kid got carried out on a stretcher.

“You’ve been married a year, huh?”

Misty must have clued him in on the timeline. I look around, making sure the locker room is empty before answering. Seeing it’s empty, I turn back and—

That’s when his fist plows into my face.

My head snaps back, and I gape at him. “What the fuck, man! A sucker-punch?”

Nichols can hit. I’ve seen him take a guy off his skates.

But as hard as he hits, I can take harder.

I have.

“Guess you shoulda seen that one coming a year away.” He rolls his shoulders, arms loose, weight shifting from skate to skate. “Bet you’ll see this one, though.”

Oh, I do. And I’m already cocked. “Let’s go.”

Next thing, we’ve got each other by the shirts and fists are flying as we grapple on the rubber floor.

He clips my jaw, and I growl, eyes narrowing as I lose my sense of humor about whatever the fuck is going on. I grab his arm mid-swing and shove it back so I can meet his eyes.

“I don’t… know… what crawled up your ass—”

“You did!” he barks back, fighting to get to me. “When you cheated… on my girl’s sister.”

The accusation lands harder than the sucker-punch, knocking me back.

Or no. That’s Rux and Vassar dragging me off him while Coach blows into the locker room, bellowing for us to break it up.

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