Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

“How are you feeling about the game tonight?” I looked out the window, watching as the dense neighborhood turned to a small business district before we made it to the highway. “I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m concerned that I haven’t heard from Dad or Leo today.” Trevor’s eyes narrowed in thought. “You haven’t heard from them today?” Shaking my head, I realized just how odd that was. “Fuck, they’re coming, aren’t they?” Trevor shrugged casually, but I could hear the barely masked amusement in his voice as he spoke. “How far away do they live now? Four, five hours? It’s a seven o’clock game. They’ve had plenty of time to get here if they wanted to.” My head fell against the window. “You’ve got to save me!” Trevor didn’t bother hiding his laughter. “Oh, hell no. I lived with them, remember? You’re on your own.” I loved my dad and Leo to the ends of the earth, but Leo was clueless about hockey. He was the guy that constantly asked what happened and what was going on. My dad was loud and proud. He’d been the one screaming in the stands with all the hockey moms throughout middle and high school hockey. He could be heard over the crowd in the AHL games, and every NHL game he’d been to he always ended up on the Jumbotron, hooting and hollering. We merged onto the highway before Trevor looked over at me again. “You look like a petulant child.” He sounded so much like Easton that I forgot who I was talking to for a second. “Right now, I am a petulant child! A Dom can be petulant too....