Page 250 of Waiting Game

Trent breaks in, “Pass the yams, Mom.”

“Your agent is banging.”

I glower at Kow. “She’s a she-devil.”

“You can bang demons.”

Fryd grumbles, “Demons for hell.”

“Or bed,” Kow mutters with an unrepentant grin at me. Unrepentant because I’ve already been bitching at my billet bros about the sponsorships she’s trying to hitch me up to.

I asked forgreenso she wants me to be the front of the Canadian Cranberry Committee, for fuck’s sake.

I’m tempted to sign the contract because I know she was trying to hem me in with this deal?—

Huh.

Eureka.

“She’s single,” I inform Kow with a bland smile.

If two hellspawn belong together, it’s Kow and Pirenzi.

“She is?” He clucks his tongue. “Interesting.”

“Cole, dear, do we have to discuss this today?” Hanna chides as she starts handing dishes down the table. “It’s Christmas, after all. You’re wearing very nice clothes and?—”

Aghast, I sputter, “That’s not the point, Hanna!”

Mia clears her throat. “I do miss the purple and green combo.”

“See?” I press a kiss to her temple. “Glad someone’s got my wardrobe interests in mind.”

Ollie, Fryd and Hanna’s newly adopted son, snickers. “Purple and green don’t go together.”

“Everyone’s a critic. Gracie, come on! When are you going to give them back to me?”

“Not until you learn a lesson.”

“I learned my lesson!”

“I disagree. Anyway, we’ve got a charity ball in the new year. I don’t want you showing up looking like the Joker. It’ll kickstart this season’s outreach program.”

“Wow, that’s next February, isn’t it?” Liam mutters.

Evenheis surprised at how long my punishment is going to last.

But Gracie’s turning despotic since she became GM. She even threatened to never make us pierogi again if we didn’t start wearing neck guards.

Cruel woman.

Even on the ice, she’s dictating my wardrobe choices.

“I’m not talking to Gracie either. What the fuck did you send Davies to the Peg for?”

She smirks at Kow. “You’re welcome.”

A soft hand squeezes my thigh, and I turn to Mia.

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