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Cody shakes his head. “Oh no, that’s a gift. Evan Smith would have laid it on much thicker.”
Oz looks back at me. “I mean, you all do have to play a pretty physically intense game on those cute little skates.”
Koa laughs.
“No disrespect, man.” Oz smirks at Koa.
“None taken. I used to play football. Had an injury my last game, and my football scholarship taken back.”
“What school?” Cody asks.
“Texas—”
“Steers?” Cody interrupts.
“You turn one down there?” Koa asks Cody.
“Left them to play here.” Cody shrugs.
Riley sits back in her seat and crosses her arms. “Koa, just so no dicks get whipped out to see whose is bigger, which—”
“No disrespect to you, Oz, but hockey men carry big sticks. And Rivera, he’s keeping the majority of his bulk hidden. He’s got an anaconda in his—”
“Bro.” I shake my head. “Let’s not go there.”
I look at Riley, who’s nibbling on her lower lip.
“Don’t they call youThe Cock?” Bria asks just above a whisper.
Koa nods. “I’m above average size, but my dick’s got nothing to do with the name. K.O.K. are my initials.”
“Oh,” she says, looking down, face in flames.
“But seriously, which game is more physical?” Oz asks.
“That’s like comparing apples to oranges. You’re a defensive end; your game is all about throwing down. Cody’s QB. You and he aren’t playing the same game, even though you’re on the same field.”
Cody lifts his chin to Oz. “You made mine a hell of a lot easier Monday night, man.”
“Hell yes, I did.”
“What position are you all?” Oz asks.
I lean over and whisper, “If I whip it out, will he stop?”
She elbows me, and I chuckle.
“Just got our lines and positions today.” JT smiles. “I’m D. The enforcer, the fighter.”
Dash leans in. “Left wing, playmaker. I focus on getting the puck and look for who’s best set up to and get it to the goal.”
Koa shrugs. “Right wing, power forward.”
JT pipes in, “Rivera’s the center, the star of the show. He’s the sniper—fast as hell and can score before anyone knows he was even there.”
Oz chuckles. “He’s that fast, no one’s gonna even remember how big his stick is.”
To that, Riley stands up, laughing, and grabs her tray. “And … we’re done here. Let’s go, Bria.”
