Played by Naima Simone

Author:Naima Simone [Simone, Naima]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake
Published: 2024-09-03T00:00:00+00:00

“Wow, what a game!” Patrice clasps her hands together in front of her, a huge grin lighting her face. “The guys killed it tonight! This extends their winning streak to eight games in a row.”

I laugh at her enthusiasm. When I met Patrice earlier in the evening, she seemed like a sweet, demure woman. But once the puck dropped and her husband and his team flew into action, all that sweetness went right out the window. She yelled at the ref, booed the other team, and screamed louder than anyone when the Pirates scored. Between her and the fascinating, fast-paced, and fucking brutal game that played out in front of me, I stayed amused.

“And look at your man, doing the damn thing with a Gordie Howe hat trick.” Noni nudges me with her elbow. “He was on fire tonight. Hmm. I wonder why.”

“Stop it,” I growl at her. “And what’s a Gordie Howell hat trick?”

“Gordie Howe,” Patrice corrects with a smile, and I don’t take offense. Hell, if not for her and Noni, I would’ve been lost the last two and a half hours. “It’s when a player gets a goal, an assist, and into a fight in the same game.”

“Ohhh.”

Yeah, I wouldn’t soon forget the sight of Solomon scrapping like the other player tried to steal his mama’s purse. A Detroit player slammed Solomon up against the boards in the third period. Patrice explained it was technically legal but still a dirty hit. Probably because the Red Wings were losing 3–1 by then.

Whatever the reason . . . call me basic, but that shit had got me hot. Even thinking back on it has my belly quivering. The other player had tried to hang with Solomon, but he hadn’t been a match for him. Solomon had handed his ass to him with blow after blow before the refs and their teammates broke it up.

“I’m going to head on back and meet my husband. It was amazing meeting you two ladies.” Patrice pulls me into a hug, surprising me, but I gladly return the embrace. She stands and treats Noni to a hug too. See? When she isn’t yelling at the other team and calling them fucking pussies, she’s a delight. “I hope you come to another game. I had fun sitting with you. A lot of the time, it’s just me and my sister.” She gestures to the other woman beside her, who was a lot quieter throughout the game. “Most of the players’ wives sit in the luxury box, so it can get a little lonely down here.”

“We had a ball too. Hopefully, we’ll see you soon,” I say, deliberately not promising to attend another game.

I’d been kind of emotionally blackmailed into coming to this one. I enjoyed myself, but still. Besides, I had no clue what this . . . thing with Solomon was. This game might just be a one-off. My chest tightens at that thought, but I deliberately brighten my smile as Patrice and her

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