Puck Around and Find Out by Ki Brightly & M.D. Gregory

Author:Ki Brightly & M.D. Gregory [Brightly, Ki & Gregory, M.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brightly Books
Published: 2023-12-13T18:30:00+00:00

13

ATLAS

Three days without a car and I was already regretting having a fucking meltdown and getting caught by Dad—not that I’d planned on destroying one of his most expensive possessions in the first place. All in all, though, Wy had been much nicer than I’d expected about taking me with him in the mornings and waiting around for me when our classes didn’t line up.

But it sucked that I needed to ask him to help me.

Things with Dad had been tense, but shockingly, he hadn’t said anything new about the car. Normally he would’ve had something else to say by now, some snide comment or eyebrow raised in my direction delivered along with some tangentially related bullshit. But not this time. He hadn’t even made eye contact with me since he’d bitched at me, and while I was happy, it was also weird. The change in him made me worry a bit.

Had I finally pushed him too far?

Fuck it, he was leaving me alone and that was good. I would take the wins any way I could get them.

The sound of blades cutting along the ice nearby made me glance up as Malinsky and Boss sailed past fighting over a puck. The air in the hockey rink felt colder than usual today, since it was almost ninety degrees outside. I frowned and studied everyone on the ice as the guys worked on quickly pulling a puck out of a corner. There were twelve men on the ice right now, divided into two teams, while everyone else was working in the weight room with our trainer.

“Why can’t they do this better?” Wy groaned under his breath, cupping his face. He slid his blades back and forth on the ice like he wanted to rush around and do everything himself.

We weren’t working with the others because I was trying to walk him through the playbook. It was harder to see the overall picture on the ice when you were actually running a spot in the play—or at least, that’s how I felt about it. So, here we were, standing around, more or less, and calling it practice.

“Keep your eyes on Milošević. See what he’s doing?” I asked, pointing at him. I rested my hand on Wy’s shoulder, and his gaze darted from the ice to my face, but when I grunted, he watched Milošević barrel through two other people who had tried to lock him against the boards. They didn’t stand a chance.

Nearby Boss skated around lazily because he was supposed to be protecting the goal in this scenario, and he kept flashing me amused smiles that I was going to slap right off his face with my hockey stick if he didn’t stop. The jerk.

The guys battled it out against each other near the far goal, and Wy craned his neck to get a better look at what was going on.

“Go up there,” I said. “Or maybe we should go into the stands if you want a good view.”

He glanced at me.

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