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"What does that mean?"
He laughs again instead of answering.
"What does that mean? Nash!"
The fucker hangs up on me.
"You're fucking Aspen?" Colter Bayliss, my best friend and teammate, gapes at me from the bench, a skate blade dangling from his hands. "Since fucking when?"
"That isn't remotely close to what I said," I mutter, shaking my head.
"He said she's the barista he wants to fuck."
I shoot a dirty scowl at Atlas, our goalie, who just smirks at me and continues strapping on his pads. Reid Lawless snickers, so I turn a scowl on him, too. I swear to God, whoever put together this roster stacked it with idiots.
"I didn't say that either," I growl. "I asked what you guys know about her."
"And the only reason you're asking is because you're interested." Miles Tempest doesn't even look up from his phone. "You want to sleep with her."
Well…obviously. But I'm not telling any of these morons that. They're less than helpful already. The last thing I need is for them to show up at the coffee shop every day to bug the shit out of her. She'll never give me the time of day then. Considering Nash's ominous warning and her less-than-enthusiastic response to spending time with me, I'm guessing bombarding her with these idiots will not help my case any.
"She's a badass."
I glance up at Jenson Sparks. Finally, someone helpful. "You know her?"
"Not much, but I've spent some time at the shop," he says, spearing me with an amused look. "You sure you want to pursue her?"
"Why do you ask?" I growl, feeling defensive.
"Because she does not take shit from anyone." He flicks his gaze up and down me, his smile growing. "Especially guys like you."
"What the fuck does that mean?" I demand, narrowing my eyes on him.
"He means pretty boys," Reid says through laughter.
I flip them both off. They've been calling me that shit for the last six weeks, thanks to some elderly lady in town who took one look at me and cooed, "Oh, he's a pretty one. I might just have to start watching this hockey business if they make them like him.".
The biker with her just shook his head and looked at me as if to say he wasn't responsible for the shit that comes out of her mouth.
"I mean charming motherfuckers," Jenson says. "Every once in a while, some suave motherfucker will try to flirt with her at the counter, but she shuts it down quickly and mercilessly. They end up with hurt feelings, even though everyone should know by now not to even try it." He gives me a pointed look.
"I haven't tried anything."
He snorts his disbelief.
"Nash asked me to look after her."
"My sister read that book before," Devlin Ramsey says from the far end of the bench. "It ends with fucking and the brother pissed."
"For fuck's sake," I growl, throwing up my hands. "I'm never asking you guys anything ever again. You're useless."
"I'm not useless," Reid protests. "I know Aspen."
I narrow my gaze on him, not sure if he's bullshitting me or not.
"I'm serious. She and my wife are friends."
"What do you know about her?" Jenson asks.
