Skate the Line (Blue Devils Hockey, #2)

by S.J. Sylvis

“What do you call him?” I ask. “Mudak,” she says fluently. Is that…Russian? “And that means?” The tiniest dimple appears on her cheek. “It means asshole.” I slap my hand over my mouth to hide a laugh. “Ellie Volkova,” I mutter after pulling myself together. “You aren’t supposed to say curse words.” She gawks at me. “That’s why I say it in Russian. No one knows what it means.”

Babushka is nana in Russian, Sunny!”

My stomach falls to my balls

“Khoroshaya devochka.”

“Moya.” Mine.