Out of the Game by Kate Willoughby

Author:Kate Willoughby [Willoughby, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781426899720
Google: SpYYBQAAQBAJ
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Goodreads: 23595331
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2015-03-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

A couple of days after Alex painted the soup can, the Barracudas were to host the Sharks for a pre-season game. As always, the day started with a morning skate at the Barracuda Ice Center, their practice facility. Alex went in, checked the cubby where they put his mail and found a laminated “Veggie Cooking Cheat Sheet” from their strength-and-conditioning coach. He was proud/embarrassed to find he already knew some of the stuff on it. Like the fact that carrots and onions needed to be steamed for five minutes, and lots of vegetables tasted pretty good when they were roasted in the oven, especially when Claire made them. She was a great cook and he found himself wanting to impress her with the “good food choices” he was making now. He hated to admit it, but he did notice a difference in his performance now that he was eating healthy about eighty percent of the time.

After the morning skate, he had to go to the warehouse where the Bring Hockey Back clothing company made its home. He and the owner had made a deal. Alex would go on a shopping spree in their packing center and take home whatever he wanted, and in exchange, he would post pictures of himself wearing the clothing six times in the next three months. Since their clothes were cool, it seemed like a good deal to him.

After lunch and a nap, he headed to the Mesa Arena alone. He would have seen Claire today but she was busy with the auction. She wasn’t even sure she could make it to the game. This project was taking up a lot of her time, but he liked seeing her so passionate about it.

When he got to the arena, he grabbed some chicken and pasta in the players lounge with some of the guys. The cook made a great spicy marinara sauce. He asked for some added zucchini for the hell of it. The taste was growing on him. After he was finished—in about four minutes—Carpenter remarked, “Too bad they don’t have any donuts for dessert. I really like the cream-filled ones.”

MacDonald snickered but didn’t make a sex joke out of that like Alex would have expected.

Later during warm-ups before the game, someone yelled, “Nice shot, stud muffin!” after he hit the back of the net with a backhander. He gave a condescending wave as he rounded back to the blue line to grab another puck.

A few moments later, someone called him cupcake and he knew something was up. He went to stretch where Carps was already working on his hip flexors near the boards.

“Should be a good one tonight,” Alex said.

“Yeah. Me and Couture were on the same junior team. It’s always fun to go up against him. Brings me back.”

“I know what you mean.” Alex switched legs. “So, ah, what’s with the dessert shit?”

“Dessert shit?” Carps grinned at him as he got to his feet.

“Yeah. You guys getting me mixed up with Griff?” Alex got up too.

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