CHAPTER FIVEHarrison
“Yo, Dash, you up for a night out tonight? I was thinking of heading downtown and club-hopping. I got it on good authority where some bunnies will be hanging tonight,” Brody commented, with his head inside the refrigerator.
Harrison and Brody were finally home from a late practice. Coach Walker had run them extra today, adding drills and laps to the already heavy practice schedule. But nobody dared question Coach’s reasoning.
Brody emerged from the refrigerator with a chicken leg. With his mouth full, he asked again, “What do you say, Dash? Hockey honeys—the best kind.”
Harrison grabbed a bottle of water and a slice of cold pizza from the fridge. He joined Brody at the kitchen table. “Even after that a*s kicking you took at the rink? Patrick made you his b***h out
