Scoring Position (Hockey Ever After #2)

by Ashlyn Kane

“You’re just jealous of my sandwich game.” He jabbed his fork, now with pickle on the end, toward the camera. “Yes. I’m seething with jealousy,” she deadpanned. “Damn right you are. Now, why did you call me?” He sliced the pickle and began placing it on his sandwich. “I assume it wasn’t to diss my sandwich. I have a Mute button and I’m not afraid to use it.” “As much as I would love to continue mocking your food choices—seriously, do you ever listen to your nutritionist?—that’s not why I called.” “Good.” Ryan did not feel up to defending himself right now. It was a day off and he wanted to decompress from the shitshow that was his job. It turned out that Nico—it was hard to think of him as Kirschbaum when he did such a good impression of someone who needed the world’s softest hug—looked progressively sadder with each passing loss, and barely cheered up when they won. Either way, he was laser-focused in practice—first one on the ice, last one off—and the same way in the gym. But nothing he did was good enough for Coach.