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That’s all it takes for my brain to click off and for me to leap at him. We tumble to the ice in a wild tangle of limbs as I slam my gloved fist into his helmet. It doesn’t take long before he’s fighting back. Hayes and Bridger are the first to arrive on the scene. A shower of ice is sprayed as they come to a quick stop, reaching down to rip us apart.
It’s only when I’m pulled away bucking and frothing at the mouth that the shrill sound of the whistle penetrates the roar of the ocean that fills my ears, blinding me to everything else but Garret.
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Bridger growls, continuing to shove me back a couple of steps.
I crane my neck in order to look past him. My gaze stays pinned to Garret.
“Nothing.”
Fucking cock sucker.
The same smile Akeman had been sporting earlier stays plastered to his lips. Only now, it’s wider.
“McAdams!” Coach bellows. “Get the fuck off my ice right now! You’re done!”
“Good job, dumbass,” Hayes mutters. “I’m sure we’ll be skating suicides for the rest of practice.”
A couple of players help Garret to his feet. It’s so damn tempting to knock him back to the ice where he belongs. Hayes and Bridger must have psychic ability, because their grip tightens around me.
“Now, McAdams!” Coach shouts, his sharp voice echoing off the cavernous arena walls.
Garret lifts his hand in a wave. “Sounds like you gotta go buh-bye, McAdams. Better get moving.”
With a growl, I surge forward. Hayes and Bridger continue to restrain me. If they weren’t…
I don’t know what I’d do.
Actually, that’s not true.
I knowexactlywhat I’d do.
And it would be such a pleasure.
“Shut the fuck up, Akeman,” Hayes snaps.
“Stop being a douche,” Colby McNichols adds.
There aren’t many guys on the team who like Garret. For some reason, he’s under the misguided impression that he’s a more talented player than he actually is.
His expression turns sullen as I swing around and head toward the bench.
“I’ll catch you later,” Garret calls after me.
“Count on it.”
As much as I want to avoid our coach, my gaze reluctantly lifts to his. There’s a mixture of anger, irritation, and disappointment swimming around within his eyes.
Even though I don’t like Reed Philips, and he clearly has nothing for me, it’s the disappointment that chafes my ass most. Like he expected better, and I let him down. My gaze flickers to the other coaches who are shaking their heads and whispering as I step onto the rubber mat and stalk away.
“If something like that ever happens again, there won’t be a place for you on my team,” Coach Philips says gruffly.
I pause as my shoulders stiffen.
It wasn’t all that long ago this had beenmyteam.
Mine.
“Do you understand?”
