Body Check (Blades Hockey, #4)

by Maria Luis

“I just had a moment,” he says. I lift a brow and wait. “Yup.” Nodding vigorously, he reaches out to squeeze Harrison’s arm again. “Muscular. Maybe even a little veiny. Now I know why my wife secretly has you as the screensaver on her cell phone.” Harrison’s eyes go wide as he splutters with laughter. “I’m sorry . . . what?” “It’s true.” Adam goes about fixing Harrison’s mic, then steps back to pick up his gear. “There she was giving birth to our firstborn child and her phone starts ringing. I pick it up, obviously, because whoever’s calling clearly wants to know the status of the delivery. I get off the phone and then bam! There you are in all of your shirtless glory. And ass—it was a side shot.” My gaze cuts from my sound mixer to the Blades’ goalie. At times like these, I generally pride myself on always having something worthwhile to say. But, holy cow, I’ve got nothing. Interview. Think of the interview! “So,” I drawl out, unease coating my tone like thick honey, “about those Blades . . .” But Adam isn’t done yet. He flicks his gaze over Carmen, who’s standing to his left, wide-eyed, video camera hoisted on her shoulder as she props one knee on the cushion of a seat. She looks to me and, to be quite honest, all I do is stare right back. Is this the moment where I’ll have to fire one of my favorite employees because he went crazy on a plane with America’s most beloved goalie? The plane dips again, almost as though it’s preparing me for the worst that’s yet to come, and...