Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

I’m not huge into parties and drinking every night. I mean, don’t get me wrong, East and I love to have a few beers after a game, but that’s usually at home, when we can just walk thirty feet to our beds.” Easton Lafferty was a defenseman in Boston, closer to my age than Brax’s. “Lafferty?” I asked for clarification. “We both got traded to Boston at the same time. Since neither of us knew the city for shit, we shared the condo the team set us up in. We both liked the area. A unit came available a few months later and East jumped on it then offered me a room. I’d have been a fool to turn it down, so I’ve been living in his condo since.” We’d arrived at my house and I was feeling a little more comfortable just from the conversation flowing easily. I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it before, but I knew I’d been worried that we would have nothing in common and the entire living arrangement would be not only stressful but awkward too. Brax didn’t sound like so many of the Boston players, and everything I’d learned so far told me that he was serious about his job and would fit in well with the team. He’d have his age in common with our younger players but would also be able to easily talk to the veterans as well. At least I only had to worry about the stressful part for the time being. And that was enough for me.