A hard check sent me spinning around and glaring at Marcus as he skated past. “Coach said stickhandling, West. He didn’t mean that kind of stick, if you know what I mean.” Marcus’ smirk was irritating as hell. “Meaning?” “Meaning get your head in training and forget about pretty little redheads who could get you kicked off the team. I’m saying that from a place of love.” He shot me a shit-eating grin and skated away.
