My One and Goalie Excerpt

“How did you end up with the nickname the bad boy of hockey? Because—no offense—but you’ve been nothing but nice to me and Jett. Not exactly what I’d expect from a bad boy. Honestly, you seem kind of tame.”

Xander locks his eyes on mine, his face serious. “You haven’t seen me in action. They’re not talking about out in the general public.”

My face flames as I realize what he’s insinuating, hot embarrassment flushing my entire body.

“Oh. I see…” I stammer, an image of Xander in bed, possibly with multiple women, popping into my mind.

“On the ice, Rachel. They’re referring to my bad temper on the ice.”