Between the Pipes (Offsides #3)

by J.J. Mulder

It is one of the more enjoyable days we’ve had at camp. Predictably, the boys are excited to see Corwin and Troy, though pretend to be unconcerned. Morgan, of course, treats them with the same hostile wariness he treats everyone with. Although Corwin, in particular, seems to hold his attention; more than once, I catch Morgan staring at him when he should be watching the puck. “Hey.” I whack my stick against his leg pads to get his attention. “Pay attention.” “I am,” Morgan replies, and then turns to fish a puck out of his net—proof that he hadn’t been paying attention. I raise my eyebrows at him and he huffs, rolling his eyes into the back of his head. “Dude, I had no idea Corwin Sanhover was such a babe.” “Don’t call me dude. And—what?” “Sorry, Tony. Seriously though,” he casts an appraisingly look at Corwin’s backside, and I have the urge to smack him upside the head, “I’ve seen him play on TV, but damn. Doesn’t exactly prepare you for the real thing, does it?” “Stop staring at him.” I hit his pads again, more firmly. “Aw, it’s okay Tony. You’re pretty, too.” He gives me a pouty look, and pats his gloved hand on my shoulder. “All right, shit head, knock it off. Back in the crease.” I shove him, sending him sliding backward on his skates. “Troy! Get over here and fire some bullets at my goalie.”