The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

“If that popcorn guy passes by Monroe one more time,” Lincoln suddenly growled from my other side. “She doesn’t need any fucking popcorn!” “Huh?” I asked, not expecting popcorn to be in the conversation at this point of the game.

Walker crouched down and hit both sides of the goal, tracking the puck. “Good fucking boy,” Lincoln screamed as Walker blocked a shot. I swear Walker preened.

“A cookie and a sandwich would be great,” she murmured, her voice a soft caress against my...dick.

Maybe I had a recessive psychopath gene that she’d sparked to life. A psychopath gene that was completely focused on her. But psychopath me was going to make my baby girl’s life so good once I got her to give in. Hopefully a lifetime of being a hero would make up for this little...pause. Maybe that’s what “...” meant. It was a psychopath pause.