I shake my head and smirk. “Nah. That’s for our haters.Thisis for us.”
He smirks back at me. “You sure?”
“A hundred percent. That’s our origin story.” I tug on his hand. “This is the rest of it…”
“Did I ever tell you I like the way you think, gorgeous?”
“No, but you can tell me now…”
FIFTY-NINE
TO-FIX LIST
Get Hailey and Pecan back together. Stat.
See if we can make Callan speak more than one word while blushing to Lex
Figure out how to walk with crutches and to scratch unreachable stitches…
SIXTY
HE’S A JOCK?!
“Yo!”
I frown at the boards and return my focus to the game.
“YO!”
“Yooooooooo!”
Gritting my teeth, I ignore Pecan.
“DUDE!”
As a puck hurls its way down the ice, with one of the forwards racing toward me, I drop on one knee and bat it aside with my pad. The other guy manages to tuck it around my skate, but I kick it away.
Breathing heavily, adrenaline already rushing my way, I hear, “BRO!”
Ignoring the annoying motherfucker who’s become one of my best friends, I manage to catch the puck with my glove and take it out of play just to give myself a break.
Heart pounding, I contemplate hurling it at Pecan. Instead, I grab my water bottle, skate out of the crease, and approach him by the boards.
I don’t answer. I squirt him.
“Whoa! What the hell?!”
