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Do not glare at her, Reid. She’s an innocent.
“No,” I mutter. “Are the kids done with practice?”
“Oh, no, they’ve just started.” My brows clash together and almost knock the other one out. “It’s break time.”
“With snacks?”
She folds her hands in unison as if proud of herself. “They always seem to be hungry.”
“How long have they been on the ice?”
Hollyn bites down on her lower lip a bit, thinking about it. “Ten or fifteen minutes, maybe?”
What the hell?
“And this is the coach’s technique? How does he expect to train them when they’re eating every two minutes?”
“Weston hasn’t said anything about it yet. But, I can stop whenever—”
“Yeah, that shit stops today,” I cut in because this is driving me crazy. “They’re gonna cramp up, and this is practice, not snack time.”
“But—”
“And how long has he been gone for? Does he leave you with the team when he’s—”
“Well, lately, he’s been busy in his office,” she conveys. And I’ve been doing my best to maneuver them on the ice. Today is the first day they’re going to pass the puck around.”
This shit is already ridiculous.
I’m not going to take it out on little Hollyn over here because she gets a gold star for trying to help, but this woman does not belong on the ice.
At all.
“Where’s his office?”
Hollyn immediately points to somewhere behind me. “By section A23.” I turn again, but this little thing won’t let me go. “But he’s right behind you.”
Spinning on my heels, a man jogging down the steps of the stands approaches, and there’s no way.
First of all, he’s wearing a New York Jets shirt—wrong sport. Wrong city.
Second, boy next door over here doesn’t appear like he knows a lick of hockey but spends a shit load of time in the mirror playing with his blond hair.
He looks like Zack Morris from Saved by the Bell, and if I thought the fuckable redhead behind me was a mess, this dude is the cherry on top.
“Reid Pierce?” I’m assuming, Weston, jumps off the last step and onto the cement floor, where he smiles at me as though I’m about to buy a car from him. “Welcome to the Boston Wildcats.”
“You the head coach?”
He bows his head with a shitty smirk. “The one and only.”
“So, you’re the one I can thank for the directions mishap.”
His smile faces. “Huh?” I don’t bother to add to that when he continues saying, “It’s easy to get lost around here. No worries.”
“I wasn’t.”
Weston’s face skews up for half a second before it disappears, and he gestures behind me. “You’ve met Hollyn?”
