Center Ice (Boston Rebels, #1)

by Julia Connors

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” “I’ll remind you of that sometime when you’re begging me to fill you.”

“Dude, you have a baby at home. Could you just get one sentence out without swearing?” Walsh asks. McCabe’s legendary scowl crosses his face. “Fucking doubt it.”

“You can’t stop! You have to keep drawing until you die!” Ryan’s peals of laughter ring out as he watches me draw what’s probably my thirtieth Uno card in a row. Meanwhile, he and Finn have about five cards each.

“Look at you, repeating my words back to me like such a smartass.”