Fly (Railers Legacy Book 4) by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey

Author:RJ Scott & V.L. Locey [Scott, RJ & Locey, V.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Love Lane Books Ltd
Published: 2026-03-05T00:00:00+00:00

TEN

Cam

Returning to Pennsylvania in early November was a rude shot in the gonads after a month in Greece.

Sure, the temps in Patras had been slightly cooler than in summer, but I’d take mid-sixties over four any damn time. Still, it was good to be home. For four weeks, I’d been surrounded by beautiful Greek men and women. Stunningly gorgeous people seeking fun times with a rich jock. Yanni had about screwed himself into a coma by the time we’d gotten to his parents’ house. I, on the other hand, had been playing the part of a celibate monk. Brother Cameron. That was me. All because I was too hung up on Jari. We had been texting a lot. Day by day, I could feel his defenses lowering, his openness coming to the fore, his sweet sense of humor bubbling up like ginger ale over ice. I was smitten. Totally. I knew the signs. The smile when his text rolled in, the flutter in my gut when he sent me a stupid GIF, the worry over his darker, quieter times.

Even now, stateside and at home, sitting on the sofa with a Railers/Raptors game about to start, I was so happy. I’d text him after the game, the first I’d been able to watch since I’d left the States, to either congratulate him or offer some sympathy on a loss. Even old battle horses like me got down after losing a game. That truly never went away.

Curled up on the couch, my bags still unpacked, my ass dragging, a bag of nacho cheese chips and a can of white birch beer at hand, I turned on the game. The first period was about to start. The anthem was about over, and the announcers were coming back on air.

“Special thanks to the Harrisburg Bureau of Fire’s Station Two songbird, Ilinia Trochi, for that beautiful rendition of our nation’s anthem. Tonight’s goalie matchup is brought to you by Fiat, and it looks to be a good one.”

“It sure does, Brian. In net for the Railers is—oh man, listen to that.” I sat up, nacho cheese dust on my fingers, as the fans at the rink started to boo someone. The camera left the Raptors’ goalie and fell on Jari, taking the ice. “That’s too bad. I’ll be honest here, Dave, I see no similarity between father and son. In personality or skills on the ice.”

“Me either, Brian. I’ve spoken to the young man several times, and he’s always polite. Perhaps the best way for Lankinen Junior to win over the fans of this great city is to come out tonight against a very aggressive Arizona team and show them what he’s got.”

“Yeah, you show them, Jari,” I mumbled around a mouthful of chips.

And show them he did. When his line was first on the ice, the center shuffled it to Jari, who wound up and took a shot from center ice that bounced off the goalie, over his shoulder, and back into the net. Eight seconds was all it took.

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