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“But you have a good night, Sunshine. I hope I proved to you not all hockey players are pigs.”
“Okay, she was hot.”
“Stop being so negative, Grumpson.”
“Yeah, okay, Joe Goldberg,” Parker replied.
“You’ve had a lot of bad ideas over the years, Reed. But this has got to be one of the worst.” I shrugged. If it meant I got to see Violet again, I didn’t really care.
“So, is there a reason we’re beating up a brand-new 2024 Ford Mustang?” “We?” “I mean, I haven’t done anything yet, but I’ve got a couple of hockey sticks in my truck if you want to do some real damage?”
“I heard you’re the resident psycho around here.” He gave me a smirk, but a flicker of hurt flashed across his eyes. “And what do you think?”
“I’d make a great bestie.”
“All I’m saying is Hoffman’s a dick. And now I know what he’s done to my new bestie, I think maybe we should make a quick stop at his house after we drop Violet off.”
“Hope she was worth it,” Grayson muttered to me when Coach finally ran out of steam. I gave him a smile. “Totally worth it.”
“I’m allowed to growl.”
“Surely you’re not that stupid, Hoffman.” Reed said. “She shouldn’t have to spell it out…” I slowly looked up at Reed, and as he caught my gaze, his hard expression softened. “Violet’s my girlfriend.”
Down, boy, that doesn’t mean she likes us.
And I was left trying to ignore how much I’d enjoyed it when she called herself my girlfriend.
“Hey, hot redhead has a name.” Parker countered. “It’s Violet.” I was somewhat surprised he’d come to my defense, but then he continued. “And it has everything to do with her…”
“Well, you don’t scare me, Reed Darling.” “Good,” he said. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to scare.”
I shot Paige my dirtiest scowl, but she took a sip of soda through her straw like she was completely innocent of any wrongdoing. Grayson was smirking slightly from behind her, so I gave him an equally hard look. He was no longer my favorite wingman.
“What the hell was that?” I yelled. Reed’s eyes looked worried as he turned, but the moment he saw me in his jersey, a smile spread across his face. “You wearing my number, Sunshine?”
“But only if you win the game,” I said. “I didn’t come here to watch you lose.”
“You look ravishing tonight, Vi,” I overheard him say. “Has dipshit told you that?”
