In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

We have a mutual agreement: they use me for my body and I use them for a hit of oxytocin. I’m addicted to those safe, secure feelings you get when someone hugs you. The closeness that promises everything will be okay. Those happy tingles that mimic love. It’s the greatest feeling on earth.

And grandpa is relieved he doesn’t have to skate to the other side of the rink.

What you see is what you get. Our chicken is dinosaur shaped, sandwiches come with the crust cut off, and every pancake has mouse ears. It’s glamorous.