But this shit isn’t a game to Mike like it seems to be to Liam. He’s too old and tired and paranoid to find it fun to sneak around, to play with his fucking career, his life like that. Liam may find the whole idea of it hot, the risk, the chance of getting caught with their pants down, seems to get off on it, but Mike managed to go years and years without a soul in the NHL knowing his dick is indiscriminate, and he doesn’t plan on that ever changing.
