Power Play (Center Ice Book 2) by Stark Katherine

Author:Stark, Katherine [Stark, Katherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eventide Press
Published: 2015-10-05T07:00:00+00:00

Four days on the road. Canada, West Coast, Arizona. Marcus the ping-pong ball, with a gut full of uncertainty churning around with each takeoff and landing.

“I got some Dramamine if you need it,” Brian Osbourne, our goalie, says from the Eagles airplane seat next to me. “You’re looking a little green.”

I shift in my chair to accommodate the scarring along my back. This itchy wool sweater was a terrible idea. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

“Ahh,” he says, a little too knowingly. He must have read the article in District of Sports, too. I don’t know who leaked the story about Coach Isaacs threatening to bump me down to the farm, but it’s all over the place now, and there’s no use denying it.

But unfortunately, that’s not the only thought weighing on my mind.

Fiona Callahan, nearly six feet of flaming red trouble.

She never answered my texts after the game. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Way more than it has any right to. It was just one dinner, just one night, just one delicious fuck-a-thon on my nice white rug . . . Is it really so bad of me to hope for a repeat performance? Or perhaps for something even more?

Brian and I chat all the way to Vancouver, which is a nice enough distraction. He’s really into some anime show about gargoyles and demons, and before I know it, we end up watching a few episodes together on his tablet to pass the time. I’m more of a Marvel guy, but it’s pretty compelling stuff. Enough to keep my mind from straying too much.

Then we land, and it’s the usual frantic shuffle onto vans and hotel check-ins and rallies with Coach Isaacs, who admonishes us to get to bed early, for fuck’s sake, we have an eight o’clock skate before tomorrow’s matinee game, and then I’m dropping, shirtless and stomach-first, onto bed in the hotel.

Even after my usual swill of Vitamin K and other vitamins and minerals to speed wound healing, my back is on fire. I needed it so badly, but good lord, am I going to be paying the price for Victoria’s last session for days and days. In a few minutes, I’ll get up and run the water for a nice, hot bath to soak and let my muscles unwind. But for now, I think I’ll just lie here another minute . . .

My phone pings with a text. Almost undoubtedly it’s my mom, hassling me about Christmas plans, as usual. Or my little sister, bragging about her test scores. I almost don’t muster up the energy the fetch my phone from the desk where I plugged it in.

But something urges me to check it anyway.

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