Page 128 of A Major Puck Up

Those few moments when he was cocky and smiling and flirting with me.

And he called me Peaches.

FORTY-FIVE

GAVIN

Me: What do you know about Camden Snow?

Brooks: He’s a right winger with a wicked good slap shot?

Beckett: We pay him too much to have him on second string…

Aiden: He’s currently on a date with Millie.

Fuck. I grip the bottle of whiskey I just swore to myself I wouldn’t drink and pour two fingers into the tumbler. After a heavy sip, I lean against my kitchen counter and brace for everyone’s commentary.

Beckett: Duck. Really?

Brooks: This kind of situation warrants more than just a duck.

Beckett: I know. My ducking phone auto corrected.

Beckett: Duck.

Beckett: DUCK

Aiden: You make this too easy.

Aiden: Goose.

Me: Are you done yet?

Aiden: He’s a good guy. He’ll be good to her.

Me: The fuck he will.

Beckett: So I take it we aren’t staying away from Millie?

Me: No. I’m done with that idea.

Beckett: Do you like your face?

Me: Ford will come around.

Brooks: LOL

Brooks: Sara says that was mean. Sorry.

Aiden: I mean, you weren’t wrong the first time.

Brooks: This is Sara. All I want to say is FINALLY!

I chuckle into my whiskey glass. Exactly. That’s the energy I’m looking for. But as I stare at the clock, watching the time slowly drag on, I worry that I might have real competition now. Camden is a catch. Obviously. He plays for the NHL. Though I could change that. I grunt as I force that idea from my head.

So yes, he plays for the NHL, he’s closer to her age, he doesn’t have a kid, and he isn’t best friends with her dad.

Fuck. This situation really is shit.

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