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"And don't you come crying on my shoulder after I haul your ass to divorce court and take you for every penny you got."
"Krystal, honey, I was just foolin' around."
"Foolin' around! I'll show you foolin' around!" Drawing back her arm, she punched die tackle in the stomach with all her might.
He frowned. "Now, honey, why'd you have to go and do that? Last time you hit me, you hurt your hand."
Sure enough, Krystal was cradling her hand, but that didn't stop her sassy mouth. "Don't you worry about my hand. You worry about your ass! And whether or not I'm ever gonna let you see your kids again!"
"Come on, honey. Let's go put some ice on it."
"Go put some ice on your dick!"
With a dramatic flip of her hair, she stalked away from him and headed directly toward Phoebe and Dan. Phoebe wasn't certain she wanted a confrontation with this pint-sized termagant, but Dan didn't look all that unhappy about it.
As the woman came to a stop in front of him, he wrapped her injured hand around his beer can. "It's still cold, Krys. Maybe it'll keep the swelling down."
"Thanks."
"You've got to stop hitting him, honey. One of these days you're going to break your hand."
"He's got to stop making me mad," she retorted.
"That female's probably been after him all night. You know Webster's the last man on the team who'd fool around with another woman."
"That's 'cause I understand how to keep him in line."
Her tone was so smug that Phoebe couldn't hold back a bubble of laughter. Instead of being offended, Krystal smiled back at her.
"Don't ever let a man know he's got the upper hand if you want a happy marriage."
"I'll remember that."
Dan shook his head, then turned to Phoebe. "The scary thing is, Webster and Krystal have one of the best marriages on the team."
"I guess I'd better go settle him down before he picks a fight with somebody." Krystal rolled the beer can in her injured hand. "Mind if I take this along as an ice pack?"
"Help yourself."
She smiled at Phoebe and then rose on tiptoe to plant a kiss on the corner of Dan's jaw. "Thanks, pal. Stop by the house sometime and I'll fry you up a hamburger."
"I'll do that."
As Krystal returned to her husband, Dan lowered himself to the bench. Phoebe sat next to him, keeping as much space between them as she could manage.
"Have you known Krystal for long?"
"Webster and I were teammates right before I retired, and all of us got to be pretty good friends. Neither of them liked much about my ex-wife except her politics, and Krystal used to show up at my door with milk and cookies when I was going through my divorce. We haven't been able to see a lot of each other socially since I joined the Stars."
"Why is that?"
"I'm Webster's coach now."
"Does that make a difference?"
"Rosters have to be cut, players traded. There has to be some distance."
"A strange way to conduct friendships."
