Page 36 of Breakneck Hockey

I don’t care how much of a dick Lane is so long as he’s not hurting you. Remember our deal.

Charles

Yeah, yeah

To Lane I write

I’m fine with the foster care thing, you’re not. Be fucking nice.

To be honest, I’m not one hundred percent on board with it, but any doubt I have is Lane-inspired. He’d better behave himself.

Lane

Kidding, Sutter.

Those two are seriously ruining my zen-factor before it has the chance to blossom.

Lane

Seriously, though. That doc you sent’s had Mama West on some medication and she’s coming around. See? It’s all gonna be fine.

Nothing’s that easy, but I’ll take the small win for now. So long as things are on an upward trajectory, I’m not gonna worry. This time I shove my phone into the cubby facedown and lock it shut. There. Neither one of those fuckers is bothering me for the next seventy-five minutes.

I turn and almost knock into someone.

“Hey, watch it … Sutter?” he says.

Fuck. No. I’m here to get Alderchuck out of my head and he appears in tight yoga pants. Why the hell is he wearing such tight fucking pants? Lululemon makes baggy ones for a reason.

“This is my yoga studio, Alderchuck. What are you doing here?”

“Really? Didn’t see your name on the door, dickface. I’m here to get my downward dog on with my pal Rachel.”

Who the fuck is Rachel?

“Afraid I’ll show you up?” he says.

“No. I’ve seen enough of your face this summer.”

He leans in. “Then start fucking me from behind, Top Dog.”

Hot tingles buzz over my body, straight to my dick. I wanna push him into a stall. Fuck him stupid. Better yet, screw yoga, I’ll screw him instead. But then I remember I’m on a strict Alderchuck-free diet. Thank fuck I wore tight briefs and baggy yoga pants.

“Leave.”

“Not on your life, Sutter.”

I reach to strangle him, but he’s gone. His annoying laugh fills the exit hallway. Storming out doesn’t do me any good. People have arrived and this isn’t the ice, so we have to pretend to be civilized humans. Naturally, Casey’s mat’s set up right in front of mine because that’s just the way the universe works. It’s karma for fucking Alderchuck at all.

A decently muscled teenage girl with her brown hair in a ponytail bumps knuckles with my Alderchuck. What’s he doing befriending young girls?

“That him?” she says.

“Yeah. Totally hot, major dick,” he says.

“All the hot ones are,” she agrees.

“If you two are gonna talk about me, at least say that shit to my face.”

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