Goaltender Interference (Scoring Chances, #1)

by Brigham Vaughn

After lunch at a great little place not far from the practice facility, they’d driven all over the city. It was confusing as fuck with all of the damn one-way streets and rotaries and, honestly, Jesse was a little relieved that he’d been ordered to ride to and from all practices, meetings, and games with Connor until further notice. He had a feeling in his free time he was going to be using public transit and walking more than he’d expected. Because fuck, he didn’t trust his car around these drivers. They were fucking lunatics.

LOL! Sent this passage to my relatives living in Boston!

but like, my ma also threatened to fight the Pope over Kelly being gay, so I don’t know anymore.” Jesse smiled, because that made him love the hell out of Catherine O’Shea.

Internally, Jesse cackled when it hit him why Connor was being so pissy. Shiiiit. Connor was jealous. He looked all bristly, like an angry cat with its tail fluffed out.

“Get in there.” Connor tapped Jesse’s hip, nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

Uh, it’s Jesse’s room and you’re in a towel.

Not too bad for someone who wasn’t even a very adulty adult.

Connor’s heart suddenly ached because fuck, he wanted this. He wanted Jesse and the girls and Nolan in his life as much as possible and he didn’t want Jesse to ever leave. He wanted a future with him. And Connor didn’t have a hope or a prayer of making that happen.

His brother Thad stood beside him, wearing Harriers gear. Interesting. Apparently, he’d gotten a job after all. Connor wondered what position it was.

Hmmmm

Because choosing Jesse meant loving more than just him. It was also choosing to love his family. To love Kelly and Nolan. To love himself.

And if God wanted Connor to hate them, or himself, then maybe there wasn’t a God at all. Maybe there was only love and connection and choosing to be good to the people who loved him back. The people who relied on him. Or maybe that was what God was. Not something outside of himself but the love he felt for the people in his life.

“I don’t need Sky Daddy telling me to be a decent person.”