“You haven’t seen her yet?” I hear Tweetie asking Conor. “She’s at the building all the damn time. Dark hair, great tits, and an amazing ass.” “Shit, she sounds hot,” Conor says, skating toward the goal. “She is. Too bad Magic found her first. I would’ve snatched her away.” Tweetie smiles wide at me, and I shoot a puck at him. It flies up and hits him. “Now you’re acting jealous. Buy a ring already.”
