Scoring Position (Hockey Ever After #2)

by Ashlyn Kane

Kitty put a hand on his arm. “What agreement?” Ah… shit. He shifted uncomfortably. “It’s not important.” Kitty was still giving him the gimlet eye. He was going to have to explain if he ever wanted his arm back. “He resents that Rees traded his friend for me, and I get it, so I’m giving him space.” The server dropped off four more vodka shots, and Kitty released Ryan’s arm and pushed a shot toward him. “Drink,” he advised. Ryan knew better than to argue with a Russian about vodka. He drank. “Now you tell me again,” Kitty said. “Small words. You drunk.” Well someone was projecting. “We’re avoiding each other. He feels like management brought me in to babysit, and it pisses him off. I don’t want to be a babysitter. So. Avoidance.” Kitty looked at the remaining shots of vodka, then neatly tipped them back, one after the other. He muttered something in Russian again. This was not looking good for Ryan getting any answers out of him. At least not comprehensible ones. “You both mad at management, so you are avoiding each other?” When he put it that way, it did sound kind of stupid. “It’s complicated,” Ryan asserted.