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Kassie: So? Will you be my date? She won’t take no for an answer, so you’ve been warned.
Luc: Then I graciously accept. But I would prefer to talk before we go over there. I assume it’s the whole family?
Kassie: Yes, Kaden and Ali will be there.
Luc: Meet me for breakfast?
Kassie: Sure. Is ten okay?
Luc: Yes. How’s the diner by Ali’s pet salon?
Kassie: Yeah. The one by the cupcake place?
Luc: Yeah, that too. A cupcake for breakfast dessert is never out of the question.
Kassie: Luc, I’m sorry I ran out the other morning.
Luc: Princess, please don’t worry yourself over it, okay? It’s a non-issue. We can talk tomorrow.
Luc: See you at ten?
Kassie: Luc, I miss you.
Luc: Sweets, I miss you too. More than you know.
He wasn’t thrilled about having dinner with Kaden, but at least there’d be a bunch of other people there. And Ali alone should be able to keep Kaden in line, not to mention his mother. Meeting Kassie’s mother. We really are a couple. She’s met my dad, and I’m meeting her mom. Maybe I don’t have anything to worry about after all.
“Dad, apparently Mrs. O’Conner is having dinner tomorrow night. We’re both invited, and Mrs. O’Conner really would like us to be there. So, I guess you can say our attendance is requested.”
“It’s your girlfriend’s mom, son. Attendance is required.” His dad shrugged.
“Dad, please.” There’re those damn labels again. Shouldn’t this be easier?
“It sounds fun. Are you going to talk to her before dinner? Straighten things out?” His dad asked it as a question, but it was more of a suggestion.
“Absolutely. We’re meeting for breakfast.” Luc felt good about breakfast, but the approaching game had him rattled.
Detroit had a tough team. They were bigger than the Renegades, and their goon hadn’t finished a game in the last month. He’d been tossed every time for fighting or unsportsmanlike conduct. Tad Tomko was his name, hurting stars and getting his team pumped and their heads in the game was his only job. And he was dirty good at it.
As soon as the puck dropped in the very first face-off of the game, Tomko went after Sam. Luc voiced his opinion about it being a cheap move going after a guy just recently back from an injury. Tomko was assessed a penalty for his action. From the penalty box, Tomko made a motion with his fingers that he had eyes on Luc.
Sam wasn’t injured, and he hopped back on the bench. “Bro, don’t worry about that jackass. He isn’t worth it.”
Luc could handle his own, especially if it meant that Tomko stayed away from Sam. After the puck flew out of play, the action was stopped and the players lined up and waited for the linesman to re-drop the puck. Tyler was taking the face-off, and Kris and Torin were on his wing.
Tyler hit the puck towards Detroit’s corner, then he chased after it while Detroit’s entire line scurried after him. That left Torin open in the middle of the ice, with a clear shot at the net. All he needed was the puck. Luc was trying to pay attention to what was happening, but he heard his name and turned to Detroit’s bench, only to see Tomko looking in the Renegades’ direction.
Tomko wasn’t blowing smoke, because the next shift out, he made a beeline for the corner when Sam was there. Sam’s head was down while he was fighting another Detroit player for the puck. Tomko took advantage of Sam’s vulnerable position and cross-checked him from behind.
“What is that asshole’s issue with Morris?” Luc yelled, as Sam went down to the ice.
Shaking his head, Sam got up on his own and skated to the bench. He appeared shaken, and Luc’s blood pressure was sky high. “He’s not even hitting him with hockey plays! He’s just being a douche and targeting him!”
“Stop your bitching and bring it to the ice, whiney loser!” Tomko yelled back.
The next shift, Tomko was going after Tyler, but was chirping at Sam, who was still on the bench. Luc was sure that Tomko’s only instruction tonight was to re-injure Sam. He wasn’t sure what anyone else thought, but Luc wasn’t going to let that happen.
Hopping onto the ice, Luc skated towards the puck. Stealing it from Detroit, he headed down the boards. As he went to the net, he heard a commotion behind him. The refs blew the whistle, stopping play, and hurried to the fight that was happening by the benches.
