Unrivaled (Hockey Ever After #3)

by Ashlyn Kane

He perused the app’s offerings. The first three guys he passed on were like beers. Young, blond, inoffensive profiles. Not memorable or particularly potent, but they’d quench your thirst. One of them had actually posted the lyrics to “867-5309” under his profile pic, which made Max suspect he was either a douchebag or lying about his age. Not tonight, Jenny.

“Obviously,” Coop laughed. “But you’re not coming to dinner? You got a hot date or something?” One of Max’s teammates from Jersey raised his head and glanced over. “Oh no. I know that look. It’s dick o’clock.”