Page 145 of Slap Shot

Me

No pictures, Ethan.

Mitchy

Does it actually feel good?

Easy E

Best fuck of their lives, Mitchy. And mine, too.

Mavvy

Huh. Maybe I’ll look into it.

G-Money

LOL. Imagine all of showing up to practice with our junk pierced and Coach asking us why we’re all hunched over. He’d make us skate laps for DAYSSSSS.

Sully

Here’s hoping I’m traded before March 8th so I don’t have to partake in this activity.

Easy E

HEY. You don’t mean that, do you, Goalie Daddy????!!!!????

Sully

I’ve always loved Canada in the winter.

G-Money

You’re not going anywhere, Liam. You’re stuck with us—ALL OF US—forEVER!

Sully

Fuck my life.

“There he is.How are you doing, Huddy Boy?”

Piper smiles when she steps into the renovated recreation room at the arena. It’s a new addition after the guys asked for somewhere their friends and family could hang out before and after games. The team delivered with a room that has comfy leather couches and big televisions, and I like to spend time in here when I need a break from my busy day.

“Hi, Little P.” I point to the chairs by a window that overlooks the rink and motion for her to sit with me. “I’m good. Sore as hell from morning skate and dreading our afternoon lift session, but hanging in there.”

“Is that why you’re limping?”

“Yeah. Took a hit from McKenzie that shouldn’t have been as hard as it was, and now I’m paying for it.” I grin and lean back in the chair. “Guess that’s what I get for calling his blocking atrocious. Chirping always gets me in trouble.”

“Boys. You all are too rough with each other.” She opens her laptop on the small table between us. “Are you ready for another signing lesson?”

“I’ve been working my ass off with my tutor. I think I’m doing an okay job. I’m sure I look so stupid signing into my mirror, but it’s working. I have the basics nailed down, and every time I’ve hung out with Lucy since starting to learn, I’ve wanted to show her what I know.”

“Is it because you’re in love with her mom?” Piper asks with a hint of humor to the question.

I whip my head up and look at her. I narrow my eyes, but her stoic facade gives nothing away. “What do you know?”

“What do you think I know?”

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