Page 3 of Three Pucks and a Baby

After digging my phone out of my warm-up pants, I dialed Theo. He would know it was a Code Red considering I was calling, rather than texting. When it went to voicemail, I frowned. Instead of leaving a message, I called again.

Why the hell wasn’t he answering? He better not have been auditioning for a potential third without consulting me. It wouldn’t have been out of character for him considering Theo had serious control issues even off the ice.

The third time was a charm because he picked up. “Seriously, Gray? What the fuck could be so important that you had to blow up my phone when I’m having dinner with my parents?”

“I’ve got my eyes on the fuck.”

Theo’s sharp intake of breath crackled through the line. “What are we looking at?”

“Red-Head. Black pencil skirt, white ruffled blouse with potential Triple D’s straining.”

“Umm, fuck me,” he murmured.

“I didn’t even tell you the best part.”

With a growl, Theo said, “Give me a minute.” I heard his chair scrape across the floor. “Excuse me, but I have to take this call,” he said to his parents.

“Is it hockey news?” his dad asked. Theo’s dad had a somewhat unhealthy obsession with his son’s career. While Theo had played in the NHL a couple of times, he hadn’t been officially called up. Even though we were in our senior year, Mr. Novak still held out hope that Theo would sign with an NHL team.

“It’s my chemistry partner. Some issue with our project,” he mumbled. His parents must’ve bought the line because the chatter of conversation and clanging of silverware started to fade away.

“Okay, I’m here,” he said, his voice echoing.

“Dude, are you in the bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to rub one out just at the description?”

He snorted. “This was the only private place I could talk. So, what’s she doing?”

“She’s bent over a table with her skirt riding up…”

“Don’t fucking tease me in a public restroom.”

I chuckled. “She’s wearing thigh highs.”

“Oh fuuuuuck,” he groaned.

“I know, right? The moment I saw them it sealed the deal.”

“Where are you?”

“The campus library.”

“Since when do you go to the library?”

“Since we’re in desperate need of our third considering our first game is next week.”

“Good point. So, tell me more.”

“Bro, it gets even better.”

“Better than the thigh highs?” He sucked in a breath. “By the way, what color are they?”

“Black.”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

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