The Pucking Wrong Rookie (Pucking Wrong #5)

by C.R. Jane

I mentally added a “King” to the front of Lincoln’s name. Not that I was ever going to tell a single soul that I did that. Wouldn’t want to be labeled “a simp.” The team already had one too many of those. *Cough* Walker Davis *Cough*.

HAHA

Ari, the burrito violator,

“You need at least five more of those this series to make it up to us,” said Lincoln, patting my helmet as he skated by. “You’ve got it, Daddy,” I said. It was only the bemused look on Lincoln’s face as we got off the ice that made me realize what I’d just said. “Kill me now,” I muttered as Camden almost fell from laughing so hard. “I obviously didn’t mean that. It’s because you idiots are always joking about that. It was just in my head.”