Zero Pucks (Punk as Puck #1)

by E.M. Lindsey

My hand flew to my naked back, searching for new stitches where my kidneys and liver should be. Everything felt intact, and I wasn’t in a tub full of ice, so that was a plus. Now, all I had to do was find my missing legs.

I’m not typically a morning person but—” I wasn’t a night person either. I was a curl up in bed and nap person. What a fucking catch, right?

Cute as a button. He’s pretty short.” “I’m short,” I reminded him. I’d gone from six one to four nine overnight.

I was just…Tucker. The guy with no legs and one eye, who coached blind hockey and sometimes got goals on his sled team. And Deo wanted that. Deo was into it. The weird little fucker.