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His wife, Addie, patted his stomach. “Why don’t you go get us something to drink, please.”
Casey nodded and dropped a kiss on her head, and as soon as he was out of earshot, Addie whispered, “Okay, are you actually good?”
I let out a panicked chuckle. “Not really.” And then I proceeded to spill everything to her.
Tyler
This fucking Garrett guy.
I knew I’d be facing him tonight, but I didn’t realize he’d be dumb enough to goad me all game.
He’d been trying to instigate a fight through the entire first period, and I was holding it together well… But halfway through the second period, I was starting to lose my cool.
“You can have her,” he chirped me as I skated to the face-off. He was a center, I was a wing. “She ruined herself with that fucking ugly hair anyway.”
I stood up and shoved him back. “Shut the fuck up,” I snarled in his face, but he just laughed.
“Oooh, touched a nerve, eh?” he taunted.
Griff grabbed the back of my jersey to pull me away and the ref immediately blew the whistle and started yelling at us.
Griff shoved me back to my face-off spot and held my eye. Then he gavemethe calm down sign that he usually gave Duke when Duke lost his head. But this wasn’t the same thing. Couldn’t he see that this guy was asking for a fight? If anyone said so much as one slightly questionable word about his wife, he went off too. Hell, he went toactual jailbecause a dude insulted his wife back in the day.
I shook my head out and went into position. But I couldn’t get Garrett’s words out of my head. He just made it so incredibly obvious that he still kept tabs on her. Onmygirl. Well, she wasn’t exactly my girl. But she fucking was. Fuck. I needed to get my head in the game.
I tried to reign in my anger and use it to score a goal, I really did, but when I saw Garrett catch a pass, I unleashed.
I charged him low, making him tip over back onto the ice. The ref immediately blew the whistle to halt the game and I knew I’d be getting a penalty. But as I glided to the box, I felt a shove from behind. My face cracked into a grin. I knew it was Garrett. Perfect. In one swoop, I turned and smashed him in the face, making his nose immediately gush gross blood.
The refs’ whistle went crazy again.
I skated myself to the box because I knew I couldn’t keep down my queasiness.
As soon as I plopped down on the bench, I barfed between my skates.
Coach leaned over the glass. I thought I was gonna get chewed out, but he was cackling. “I’m not even mad,” he said, shaking his head.
My entire penalty, I tried to get my head back. I needed to focus on my stats, not on what some rookie was saying… Even if he was saying shit about Josie… Because he was just trying to get to me. He had no claim to her. Butfuck. Neither did I. Why the fuck had I gone on that pause with her again? I gulped. Thinking about that just made me more pissed.
When I was finally released from the box, Ialmostgot a sick breakaway, but that twerp Garrett caught up to me and deflected my shot so it went way up and hit the net protecting the crowd.
Gliding to the next face-off, Garrett was laughing. “How’s it feel?”
“Didn’t you learn your lesson, Sanderson?” I ground out.
His grin deepened. “How’s it feel knowing that I screwed your pretty little girlfriend? That I’ve been there, between her legs, feeling her up, touching every part of her, hearing her moanmyname. ‘Oh God, Garrett, yes, Garrett’,” he said in a breathy, high-pitched voice, imitating Josie.
My fists curled harder around my stick, and my vision went red. I was out for blood this shift. It wasn’t even the fact that he was goading me about having sex with Josie– don’t get me wrong, that did make me mad. But his whole act just reminded me of how shitty he treated her. Her teary face when she recounted how badly his betrayal hurt her was now stuck in my brain.
I was ready for this next shift. I was ready to throw down with Garrett, but the ref blew the whistle and skated to Hassik in net, who was motioning for help. The net had somehow popped out of place and he was having trouble fixing it.
I tried to block out the crowd and just take in the base hum of the rink around me. My entire body was twitching for revenge, but I forced myself to think. My eyes shifted as I mentally played out how I could take a stand without getting another penalty.
I motioned for Griff to chat for a second. Duke came over as well.
“I have a plan,” I told them.
“Fuck yes,” Duke immediately responded.
