“Don’t say a word,” I grumble, lacing up my skates.
Jordie raises both hands in surrender. “Not saying a thing.” He grins wickedly. “Other than . . . you look so pretty.”
so prettyI flip him the middle finger. I got a black eye during our last game. f*****g Vancouver Rebels. Hooligans, the whole team. And since the director of the charity organization thought I would, and I quote, scare the children, I’m now wearing f*****g makeup to cover it.
scare the children, Apparently, between my unkempt beard and the black eye, I’m a scary motherfucker these days. And so when I arrived for the Little Rookies camp today, the director marched me straight back into the dressing room and grabbed something from her purse, all but shoving me into a metal folding chair. I didn’t realize it was makeup un
