When I show up to practice with a black eye, coach looks at me like he wants to punch me in the other one. I tell him I was horsing around with my brothers, but I can tell he's not buying it.
"You don't think my people tell me about the gossip, Stag? I f*****g read the Internet. What did we talk about? No fights. No chasing tail."
"No, sir." I shake my head, but he puts a meaty hand on my chest.
"Lace up and get out on the ice. Make me happy I signed you."
Great. What the f**k got into Juniper? I mean, yeah, I said something sorta rude, but I wasn't expecting her to check me like that. Hell, she'd give some of these guys a run for their starting spot. I should bring her to practice sometime. I wonder how hot she'd look in hockey pads?
I manage to forget about it and get in a good pra
