“Exactly. I’m sure he’s got a matching shiner; we went pretty rough against the boards.” Sebastian rolls his eyes. “And then you went into the penalty box for slashing.” Cooper shrugs at Sebastian’s chiding tone. “So did he.” “And it’s going to catch up with you, racking up all those penalties.” “Who are you, Dad?” “He does have a point,” James says. “You don’t want to give your agent a reason to be pissed at you.”
