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I shook my head and fell onto the bench in front of my locker. I began to pull off my shoes to get ready.
“What are your plans tonight after the game, Cap?” Thane winked at me, and I grinned at his playfulness. It was weird to be captain, but this was my first game in the position and I needed to show my strengths.
“Not sure yet.” I shrugged and glanced at Atlas from the corner of my eye, but he was purposefully ignoring me while having a whispered conversation with Boss, whose locker was on the other side of his. “Depends on the outcome. Why? You got plans?”
“I’m going out with a few buddies. I’ve got this friend you haven’t met yet. His name’s E-Z. You’d like him.” Thane tugged his shirt over his head and threw it into his locker. Even though he was our goalie and had a nice amount of muscle, he was smaller than most guys in his position. He had wide shoulders but a trim waist.
“E-Z?” Boss turned to stare at him. “As in Easy E-Z?”
Thane shot him a glare. “Don’t call him that. For fuck’s sake, Boss, that isn’t cool.”
“I’m missing something,” I said, glancing between them.
Thane rubbed the side of his face. “Because E-Z is gay and likes sex, the boys around here call him Easy E-Z.” He frowned. “I don’t fucking see anyone calling you Bossy Boss, do they?”
Boss blinked at him. “Why would they call me that?”
“Because you like your Dom bullshit. You got a different girl on your arm every chance you get.” Thane shoved down his pants, and I couldn’t help but notice Boss staring at his ass when he turned around to throw them in with the rest of his belongings.
I smirked.
“I have a girlfriend.” Boss’s tone was matter of fact, which wasn’t unusual for him when he spoke about her. There wasn’t any real emotion and it was strange, since he was in a relationship.
Thane threw a narrow look over his shoulder. “Which one is this? I can’t remember.”
Boss stared at him, and Thane returned the look, and whatever was happening between them was broken when Coach Hill came stalking into the locker room. He clapped his hands, breaking the tension. Behind him were two men I knew well, and I straightened, excited to meet them. It took me a moment to realize I was shirtless, but I didn’t think it mattered anyway because one was married and the other wasn’t going to stare at someone like me.
Coach cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, today is the day. Our first game! And we’re going to kick ass, aren’t we?”
A cheer went up in the room, and Coach beamed, proud.
“I brought a couple of friends to talk to you and give you some encouragement.” He gestured at a tall, broad-shouldered blond man. “This is Declan Greenwood.”
Declan gave us a wide grin and a wave. “That’s Greenwood-North,” he said with a wink at Coach.
“And this is London Winney,” Coach said.
I didn’t know London well, but he was a newbie—this was only his second season on the New Gothenburg Blizzards, our city’s top-tier pro team. London was one of the youngest men on the Blizzards and he was fast. As the right winger, he was able to score goals and get around the bigger defensemen.
Unlike Declan, with his wide shoulders and size, London was smaller and slimmer. He had blond curls, bright green eyes, and a round baby face. This was clearly not his forte because his cheeks burned a deep red and he smiled nervously around at us.
“What can they do to help us?” Nikolai sneered.
Coach Hill pointed a finger at him. “Keep that mouth shut, Lovely.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle because Nikolai hated his last name. When I’d first heard that he was NikolaiLovely, I’d laughed so hard I’d nearly pissed myself, and we hadn’t started on the best footing, especially after that.
London tilted his head and frowned at Nikolai, who glared in return and turned his back, rummaging through his locker.
Coach sighed and nudged Declan with his elbow. “They’re good at what they do.”
Declan chuckled. “I’m sure they are. They wouldn’t be on your team if they weren’t.”
London nodded in agreement and gave Coach Hill a small smile, his eyes glittering. I’d always thought he was toonicewhile watching the Blizzards’ games. Meeting him now didn’t change my mind. He didn’t talk much and blushed a lot. Yet, I’d seen him dominate on the ice. He was fucking amazing at getting to the net.
Atlas shifted forward, and I watched him carefully as he grinned and offered his hand to Declan. “Welcome to our locker room, Mr. Greenwood-North.” After shaking Declan’s hand, he did the same to London. “Mr. Winney. It’s a pleasure to meet you, and on behalf of the Polar Storms, your wisdom is welcome and appreciated.”
I stiffened. He was doing something the captain should’ve done.
