Offside (Rules of the Game, #1)

by Avery Keelan

Just my luck: one of the hottest chicks I’d ever met hated my guts. Or was she hot because she hated me? Maybe it was a bit of both.

Then it hit me: Luke was the mean girl of the Bulldogs. He was Regina George. On skates.

“Sometimes I come here to think.” “Ah, so not often then.”

“No offense to you, but I don’t get the Morrison thing,” I said. “You’re cool. And that dude’s got about as much personality as a carton of white milk.” “Oh my god.” She stopped mid-sip and huffed out a little breath of air. “Somehow that fits perfectly.” I drained the last of my hot chocolate. “Seriously, what did you see in him? Asking for a friend.” I paused. “Okay, that friend is me. I’m a nosy fuck.”

“It’s not a hockey game, James. I’m not keeping score.” He kissed my lips softly. “But if I was, I’d definitely want you to win.”

Anyone with two brain cells to rub together knows that.” Which ruled out Paul.

“You have quite the brain.” “That’s not where those ideas come from.” She laughed. “I know.”

To my sons, I adore you both and hope you never read this or any of my other books.