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I mean, after all, who wouldn’t want to sit down and psychoanalyze their crazy ex?
Chapter Three
JOE
With a bag thrownover my right shoulder I entered the locker room.
Forced to dress down and forced to stay that way, I could show up to practices but I could not participate just yet.
Not until I handled my personal shit.
My personal shit?
This is the honor I get for defending a woman?
Even I knew that last one was a lie.
Henry spotted me first.
“Joe,” he said. He extended his right arm, a fist balled up tight. “What’s happening?”
I hit my fist to his and nodded.
I tossed my bag in front of my cubby and stared at it.
“Why did you bring anything with you?” Jago asked. “Thought you were banned from being here?”
I looked at Jago.
He stepped back, nodding.
He took the silent hint to stay away.
Rome and Sebastian came into the locker room, shoulder to shoulder.
Talking hockey strategy, both froze in place when they spotted me.
Of course Rome had to throw that classic smirk on his face.
A proud look in his eyes.
He put his right hand on Sebastian and moved him out of the way.
Then Rome dropped down to his knees and reached out for me.
“The legend is here,” he said.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growled.
“You tossed some obnoxious asshole through a window,” Rome said. “What a move. I hope whoever you saved that night is still in your bed.”
“Nobody is in my bed,” I said.
“Our guy is in big trouble here,” Sebastian said. “Are you even allowed here, Joe?”
“I dare you to kick me out,” I said.
“Easy now,” Henry said. “Joe is allowed here. He can’t lace up and skate though.”
