Page 83 of Puck Me Secretly

“Great,” he pulled out his phone. “Let me text my driver.” He lifted his head up. “He’ll be out front in ten minutes. Just going to get a drink, want one?”

I shook my head. “No thanks.”

Mom and I watched as he made his way to the bar. I turned backto Mom. “Please tell me what you are talking about, Mom. This is important. Dad is so biased against Max for no reason other than he reminds him of someone? This is Max’s career, Mom.”

She shook her head. “Sorry, Rory. I can’t.”

“Mom. That’s not fair.”

“Please, Rory. I’m asking you. Drop it.”

“Fine.”

She gave me a quick hug. “Have a good night.”

I watched as she moved away from me. What had happened? And who did Max remind them of? What was going on? And why wouldn’t they talk about it with me?

A shout sounded behind me. I spun around in time to see Calder shove Max against the chest. Max didn’t budge and stepped closer, towering over Calder. Calder wasn’t backing down. Another hockey player stepped in between them and pushed Max away from the bar. Max lifted his hands in disgust and walked away.

I rushed to Calder’s side and hissed. “What are you doing?”

He smoothed his hair back off his forehead. “Your lover is feisty.”

“Okay, let’s go. Right now.”

“I’m not done with my drink.”

I pulled the glass out of his limp fingers. “You’re done.”

“You’re so bossy.” But he slung his arm around my shoulder. “Lead the way.”

Once we got into the car, I turned on him. “What happened between you and Max?”

“Loverboy?”

I ignored his jab. “Did you say something that upset him?”

“He seems quite protective of you.”

“Calder!”

“Relax. It’s not my fault if your boyfriend can’t take a joke.”

I rolled my eyes and stared out the window.

“Roar, don’t be like that.” He tossed something towards me.

“What is this?”

I picked up something lacy. In horror, I realized that I washolding a pair of female panties. I tossed them back at him, hitting him on the face. “Calder!”

“I have a secret about the fox,” he taunted as he held the fabric to his nose and breathed deeply.

“Those are Katrina’s? You slept with her?”

“Let’s say, based on my performance tonight, you owe me tickets for more than one game.”

“Ewww.”

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