Open Ice Hit (The Sin Bin Book 1) by E.M. Lindsey & Marina Vivancos

Author:E.M. Lindsey & Marina Vivancos [Lindsey, E.M. & Vivancos, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

Almost the first thing Tommy saw when he got to Madison Square Garden—the place they’d converted into a rink for the charity game—was Vicki.

Because of course it was.

Tommy turned away from him, uninterested in whoever the fuck the hot guy Vicki was talking to was. Let him be a romantic interest for all Tommy cared. He didn’t give a fuck.

“Dima’s bailing on the charity ball, the fucker. Says his parents being here for Christmas is a good enough reason,” Jacki said as they walked to their assigned locker room.

“What the fuck? I’ve been trying to get out of that thing for months. He can just bring them along.”

“They don’t know English, so Dima said they’d be uncomfortable, which I guess…fair enough.”

“Urgh. Christmas isn’t even for another two weeks. He’s just…manipulating the system.”

“Oh God, not the system. All hail the mighty system.”

“All hail the mighty system,” Tommy crowed as they joined most of their teammates in various pregame stages. “Hey, Mayo. You heard Dima isn’t going to the ball?”

Mayo turned to Dima and said something quick in Russian. Dima scoffed and waved him away.

Tommy grinned, satisfied he’d stirred some shit up, laughing as Jacki bumped into him.

“Fucking brat,” Jacki said.

Tommy just shrugged, ignoring the fact that the word was something Vicki would call him. From Jacki, though, it wasn’t demeaning.

The game itself was pretty fucking fun. Tommy wished they’d just get a few days off to rest their injuries and get some shut eye, but that’d mean the NHL losing out on an expensive exhibition game and, well…fuck the NHL, basically.

Still, it was nice to play hockey without worrying about points or hard hits. Vicki looked ridiculously focused during the game, but most of the other players were obviously putting on a show instead of trying to win by any means. Dima went full old-school goalie, windmilling his legs to stop the pucks, making some pretty showy stops. The crowd cheered every time he did one of his moves, even when the puck went in.

“You wanna drop gloves?” Zed asked as they stood to the side of the face-off, knees bent.

Tommy looked at him in surprise, Vicki’s words dropping on him. “You wanna…?” He’d thought that everything was good with Zed, but if he wanted to make an example out of Tommy at a fucking charity game…

“As a joke, bozo. Show ’em there’s no bad blood.”

Relief swelled into a smile as Tommy nodded. “Let’s do it.”

As soon as the puck hit the ice, Tommy and Zed shook off their gloves and put their fists in front of their grinning faces, the crowd going crazy. Tommy waited for Zed to make the first move, an obvious swipe that Tommy evaded easily.

Tommy went back with a feigned jab to Zed’s middle only to flick his nose with his other hand. Tommy’s bench erupted into laughter as Zed reared back.

“Oh yeah?” Zed challenged.

“Damn, this is why you never fight, huh? You suck at this.”

For his troubles, Tommy ended up in a headlock, Zed giving him a noogie while crowing loudly.

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