Page 39 of Sin Bin Daddies
Almost noon.
Time to officially meet the team.
Daisy greets me at the entrance, a huge smile on her face. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
She leads me through the arena, the halls buzzing with pre-game energy.
The locker room door is slightly open, and I hear low conversation, the clatter of sticks, someone laughing.
Daisy pushes it open.
“Alright, guys, listen up!” she calls. “This is your new mascot.”
Silence.
Twelve sets of very wide, very intense eyes land on me.
The room is all muscle, sweat, and testosterone, the air thick with energy and something else I don’t want to name.
“Uh, hey,” I say, lifting a hand. “I’m Madeline. But you guys can call me Mads.”
Beau grins first, stepping forward. “Welcome to the madhouse, Mads.”
A few others nod, giving half-hearted waves.
Mason leans against his locker, arms crossed. “Any hockey experience?”
I snort. “Absolutely none.”
That gets a few chuckles.
“So why us?” Tanner asks.
I grin. “Because you pay me.”
That gets a full laugh from most of them.
“I’ll be rooting for you guys,” I add, smiling. “Hope you win tonight.”
“Hell yeah, we will,” Hunter says with a grin.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement near the back of the room.
Leo.
Leaning against the wall, arms crossed tight, face impassive as fuck.
But he’s watching me. Has been since I walked in.
I can feel it, that sharp, heated gaze.
He says nothing.
And that—that fucking silence—is somehow worse than anything else.
After proper introductions, I wander the arena, getting familiar with everything.
