Broken Boy (The Puck Boys of Brooks University, #2)

by Hannah Gray

“Are those fucking Crocs?” I scowl down at Cam’s feet as we walk out of the gym. “Damn right they are.” He smirks. “You ain’t rockin’ if you ain’t Croc’n.”

“Tater Tot? What the fuck? You guys have nicknames now?” I scowl. “Don’t be jealous. She can be your Tater Tot too.” His eyebrows wiggle up and down. “You can be her Lincoln Log. Or you can just give her your Lincoln Log.”

“Did you kiss him?” Link’s deep, gritty voice rasps. “What?” I say, my eyes flying open as I take in the man at the other end of the hallway. “That Oliver clown, with his khaki pants, like Jake from fucking State Farm.” He takes

“Agree. I like it when you stay home and knit,” Brody chimes in, pissing me off further. “Can’t you just do that tonight?”

“His songs are sad. I like that.”

“You are the luckiest boy in the whole world,” I whisper down at Crew even though he’s asleep too. “Because you get to have her as your mama. She’ll protect you; she’ll love you, even when you mess up; and she’ll always see the best in you. Just like she does me.”