Save the Game (SCU Hockey #2)

by J.J. Mulder

If I want to go out to dinner with a man whore, that’s what I’m damn well going to do.

I slam my way into the house I share with four other guys and stomp my way to my basement room. It feels good—like throwing a little fit—and I already feel marginally calmer. Maybe toddlers are on to something.

Wars have been fought for less than a smile like Max Kuemper’s.