CHAPTER FOUR
Kaden
Coach Walker blew the whistle loudly and tapped a stick on the boards as he skated around to center ice. “Zanetti! Looking good. O’Conner—are you sleepwalking out here? Get your a*s in gear or ride the bench! Morris, partner with Luc, and Kris, you partner with Hall.”
Kaden stood at his net, sprayed water on his face and then into his mouth. His eyes stung from the sweat dripping into them, and his muscles ached. Coach was right; he was moving in slow motion today. He had no one to blame but himself. His legs were fatigued from so much off-ice activity the last few days.
“Laps!” Coach blew the whistle
Ugh, Kaden groaned. I need to focus a little more on taking care of myself and a little less on getting laid. This s**t isn’t working. He wondered if it was possible t
