“There.” She pushes open the door for us. “Go suit up.” “Should we put the condoms on now or after?” Beckett inquires. “I hate you.” She moves down the hall toward the women’s locker room. “I’ll meet you guys on the ice. Rink B.” In the men’s room, Beckett and I change into our practice gear. I strip off my shirt, then give him a dry look. “You’re not as cute as you think, you know. And you sure as shit ain’t getting a three-way out of her.” “Bullshit. She was interested.”
