“Please. It’s obvious you two are doing it.” I frantically slash at my throat. “Zip it.” Rhys rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying, Kole comes over and helps clean up the house. His dog knows you. I know hockey players are dumb, but are hockey coaches too? I’m guessing Kole had something to do with you showing up home half-naked that day.” “What day?” Kole asks. “The day he was fleeing a hookup.” “Rhys,” I groan. “Please for the love of everything, shus—” “So you’re the one who broke the porch gutters.” The deep, authoritative voice almost makes me shit myself. Coach Hogan is back. Oh goodie.
