Page 114 of Hockey Wife

“Except she’s still married to you,” Kaz said, barely looking up from his phone.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

His teammate exchanged a quick look with Foreman, who rolled his eyes.

“Just doesn’t seem like your type.”

Kershaw winced and muttered, “Kaz, shut it.”

“Why, because she’s far too good for me?” He knew what they all thought. Hot, young, sexy Georgia.

Foreman pointed. “That’s standard around here. All our wives are out of our league.”

Kaz gave a sour look. He’d gone through a messy divorce a couple of years back, and by all accounts, was still smarting over it.

“She took that puck like a champ, though,” Gunnar Bond said.

“My wife is braver than most of you.”

“True.” Foreman started the deal. “Who can forget Baby Durand’s screams when Piper took him out last fall?” The unfortunate clash between Bast Durand and Coach Calhoun’s daughter in a Rowdy Rebel costume had fueled the Internet for weeks.

“Hey, dickheads!” Durand Junior called out from the seating area. “I sprained my fucking wrist. After it had just healed from being broken almost a year before.”

“Still cried more than Georgia,” Bond said. “Like a French-Canadian baby.”

The next few minutes were spent detailing past player injuries and the decibel levels of the resulting screams. After Foreman won the next hand, Kershaw changed the subject.

“So my brother says I should be investing in Crypto.”

“Jason or Sean?” Bond asked.

“Sean. He’s the computer genius.”

Foreman narrowed his eyes. “Isn’t he fifteen?”

“Sixteen,” Kershaw clarified, “but the kids know all about that tech stuff. He’s making out like a bandit with GameStop stocks.”

“Jesus H.,” Banks muttered. “First, you have to be over eighteen to trade stocks. Second, you’re getting financial advice from a kid whose balls have barely dropped?”

Kershaw pointed. “I heard you majored in finance at Wisconsin. Maybe you could look at my portfolio? I never know if my guy is trying to rook me.”

“Index funds,” O’Malley said as he peeked at his cards. “That’s what Banks advises. And a 529 fund for education. You got one of those for your kids?”

Kershaw frowned. “Maybe? My dad asked me to invest in a restaurant as well.”

“Do not invest in a restaurant. Do not go into business with a family member.” Banks blew out a breath. “You could suffer a career-ending injury next week, so you need to get your ducks in a row now, especially with your growing family.” Kershaw had survived a brain aneurysm a few years back and he was still fucking around with his money? Banks looked around the table with its mix of veterans and rookies. All of them were eyeing him with interest. “If you’re not already working with a financial advisor with real qualifications and no curfew, then let me know. I’ll recommend someone.”

“Or take a look at it himself.” O’Malley grinned at him. “That’s what he did for mine.”

Just a couple of hours spent poring over financial statements and coming up with a few obvious recs. He’d kind of enjoyed it, but then he’d always liked working with numbers.

Foreman nodded. “Excellent. Banks is going to make us all rich. Let’s play poker.”

The door opened, revealing Tara holding a very tired-looking toddler.

“Yay, it’s Auntie Georgia.”

Georgia laughed. “I’m an auntie, now?”

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