The Perfect Snipe: A Single Dad, Opposites Attract Hockey Romance (Hartford Minotaurs Hockey Book 2) by Paris Wynters

Author:Paris Wynters [Wynters, Paris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-09-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Leo

I step onto the ice as the Ravens' arena roars to life, a sea of black and purple jerseys filling the stands. The air crackles with tension, thick enough to choke on. While there are rivalries, this team is on another level. Their digs are personal, their play dangerous. They even love goading certain teammates of mine off the ice.

Wyatt skates up beside me, his jaw clenched tight. “Hate playing these assholes.”

I grunt, then pin him with a look. “Just don’t lose your head no matter what these assholes say. Virgin, I swear. I don’t want to see your name in the newspapers again.”

When we played the Ravens earlier in the season, their winger got under my friend’s skin, hit a sore spot and Wyatt ended up in a bar fight that made the news. It’s kind of how I ended up being forced to babysit him, aka the beginning of our friendship.

He waves me off as he skates toward center ice for the face-off. I hop over the boards, watching and praying under my breath he just keeps a level head. For some reason, the opposing team knows which of my friend’s trigger buttons to push.

The ref drops the puck, and Wyatt wins the draw, sending it back to Lund. We push up the ice, but the Ravens are on us like a pack of hyenas, relentless and playing dirty.

Roan gets checked into the boards, the puck nowhere near him, and I just know it’s going to be that type of game. Except Wyatt might not be the only one I need to keep an eye on because Lund passes the puck, then levels the winger who just hit Roan.

Refs blow the whistle for that one and we’re down a player as Lund heads for the penalty box. Fucking dammit. Hockey 101: stripes are always looking for the retaliation.

Wyatt joins me on the bench, shaking his head. “Stupid hit.”

I blink a few times, almost wanting to laugh. Where the fuck did this mature version of my friend come from? “Tell me about it. We need to win this one. Close the point gap.”

Out on the ice, we’re doing everything we can to keep the Ravens from scoring. Roan even slides to block a shot. And I owe Smitty a fucking steak dinner for all the blocks he’s making.

Regardless, with only ten seconds left on the penalty kill, the Ravens score. Taking a deep breath, I hop onto the ice. We lose the face-off, so I chase down their center. Smitty blocks another shot and I take control of the rebound, sending it up the ice to Mykyta.

He dekes around the defensemen and takes a shot that clangs off the bar. Petrov jostles with a Raven for control, and I tap my stick on the ice to let him know where I am.

The puck lands right on my tape but there’s no opening, so I skate to my left and pass to Petrov. He passes back to me, and I’m about to take a shot when Mykyta wraps around the net with no one by him.

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