Page 76 of Slap Shot Scandal
#winning.
But at what cost?
There it is again. My dad’s voice, complete with hard, cold stare.
I thought you cared about the job. The family name. Our legacy.
Not just hooking up with a hockey player, chasing after some fleeting high with a man.
Fuck my life.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get away from my dadand his sky-high—and frankly, unrealistic—expectations of me.
Maybe I need to book a virtual appointment with Dr. Martina to get my head back in the game.
Buzz, buzz.
Leaning over the bed, I fish my cell from my purse. Piper’s name pops up on the screen. A video call from my sister’s the next best thing, I suppose.
“Hello?”
“Whoa.” She arches a brow, eyes narrowing. “You fucked him, didn’t you? The captain?”
Cheeks burning, I shake my head in protest. “No! Why would you say that?”
“Oh, c’mon, Harbs. Don’t play coy with me. You’ve got that just-fucked look going on. Messy hair, flushed face. And your blouse—the buttons are crooked.”
I check my shirt.
Shit, she’s right.
Tugging at the gauzy fabric, I quickly fix my shirt, avoiding my sister’s pointed stare.
“Admit it. You got with the sexy hockey star. Good for you.”
“Fine. You’re right, I did.”
“Yes!” Piper grins and pumps her fist in the air. “And? How was he? Huge? I heard hockey players have big dicks.”
“Oh my gosh, Piper!” I giggle, blushing. Because she’s not wrong. Weston is very well-endowed.
“He does, doesn’t he? Look at you, down in Florida living your best life. When can I meet him?”
I exhale a heavy sigh. “Probably never. I told him it was a one-time thing.”
“What? Are you mad, woman? You sleep with a hockeystar and then tell him it’s over? What in the actual fuck, Harbor!”
“I know. Trust me, I know. But it’s not like we can date. I’m trying to save the team from scandal. How does it look for the PR consultant to be hooking up with a player?”
“You’re single. He’s single. So who cares?”
“It’s optics, Piper. The tabloids would be all over that.”
“The tabloids or Dad?”
My gut clenches at the mention of our father.How does Piper always know?
I fidget with the bangles on my wrist. “This has nothing to do with Dad.”
