Maverick (Sin City Saints Hockey 1)

We return to drills then. Skating, shooting, getting yelled at. Just a regular old practice. I don’t get even a second alone with Pike until practice is over and we’re walking back to the locker room, covered in sweat.

“What the hell was that about?” I ask him.

He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Yeah, I would. Why was that woman ripping you a new asshole? Do you know her? Is she pregnant with your kid or something?”

His single note of laughter holds no amusement. “That shit back there, where she called me a sore on an asshole? It was over a fucking baseball.”

“A baseball?” I lower my brows, confused.

“Yeah. It’s a long story.”

“Well, I’ve got time to listen if you want to grab some lunch before we have to hit the weights.”

He nods and says, “Yeah. Fucking women.”

Clapping him on the back, I hold back a laugh. Whatever this is, I can only see it happening to Pike. Maybe somehow his partying has caught up to him. Whatever’s going on, I can’t wait to find out how a baseball caused the public ass chewing he just received.

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