Page 106 of High Stick Heartthrob

Henry got closer. “Hey, I’m sorry about tonight. I’m not sure if you want us to talk about what’s going on with you. Don’t think we’re ignoring it or anything. I know you have a way of handling yourself. Just don’t think for a second you’re alone.”

“I get that,” I said. “It’s a good game. Just need to work on the rules a little.”

“Hockey?”

“No. The boob game.”

Henry laughed.

I turned and walked away.

A ended up on the beach.

I had lived in so many different cities throughout my career.

Warm weather, cold weather, rainy weather, snowy weather.

In giant cities and just outside towns.

I had been on the beaches of each coast.

I did enjoy the ocean though.

Something about it…

This is why I should have ordered something stronger to drink and chugged it. Now my mind is all philosophical over the fucking ocean.

Or maybe it was something else.

I kept my eyes forward and just as I decided to get off the beach, I saw someone walking toward me.

Even more of a reason to get off the beach.

I was not in the mood for people.

Not in the mood for anyone.

As I turned, I heard my name called out.

“Atlas?”

I gritted my teeth.

Last thing I needed was to have some hockey fan harassing me for an autograph and a picture.

But as the person got closer to me…

I saw the shape of her body.

A full-figured shape.

Something a little extra in the front too.

A few seconds later I realized who it was.

Not that I believed in fate… but…

I watched as the nighttime beach breeze blew against Hazel’s hair.

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