The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

“Hey, ref,” Ari called as the whistle blew for a penalty...again. “Does your wife know you’re screwing us?”

Three people had tripped over her cane so far, and if I had to wait any longer to find my girl, that cane was going to become even more of a hazard...because I was going to start beating people upside the head if they got in my way.

“Went a little off script there, Lancaster,” I muttered to him as we headed down the tunnel toward our locker room where we would no doubt get reamed by Coach until the game started. “I’m an entertainer, James,” Ari said sarcastically. “I have to do what the music compels me to do.” “The music compelled you to mount me?” He grinned at me smugly. “Sir Mix-a-Lot demands someone be mounted.”

“I play hockey too, Geraldine, remember?” Logan inserted suddenly, leaning toward her eagerly like he wanted her to scratch his head or something. “I’m very good at handling a stick.” There was a beat of silence, and Ari’s face was literally going red from the effort it was taking for him to hold himself back. “Go ahead, Lancaster. Just get it out,” Lincoln finally sighed. “I–I don’t even know what to say first. ‘That’s what she said’ or ‘good to know’ or…” Logan had realized by then what he’d just said. “I meant I could show her how to handle a stick!” he huffed, throwing his hands up.