Next up, Daniel. I pass a lei his way, and as he takes it, he turns to his seatmate. “Want one, Mills?” The woman looks up then, and I practically choke on my own saliva. Peaches, my fucking Peaches, is sitting cozily next to Daniel Hall, the known playboy on my hockey team. As soon as her golden eyes meet mine, they double in size behind her oversized black glasses.
