Page 46 of Ruled Out

Jensen

Oh, look, Princess—a stampede of responses.

Kate

I’m not getting involved.

Zach

Didn’t see you complaining when you had bye weeks. In fact, I clearly recall you running off for extended weekends away.

Pausing in the freezer aisle of the grocery store, I quickly type out a message.

Me

When is the game?

Jon

Finally, a mature response.

Felicity

Look who’s talking …

Jon

Jessie—I’m talking exclusively to you at this point—the game is this Thursday night. I can get as many tickets as you need.

Since I only plan to spend three nights in Dallas—which is three nights longer than I want—I figure, why not?

Me

Okay, I’m in.

Jensen

Kate has the twins, so count me in too. She’s being a star and giving me a night off. I think it’s time I saw your prodigy play in the flesh.

Kate

Wife points.

Felicity

You won’t be disappointed; my son is killing it in the NCAA.

Jon

Yeah, he is, Angel. Joint top goal scorer right now.

Memories of my time playing in college come racing back. Well, the memories I have anyway. Those three years lookeda lot like Jon’s rookie years in the NHL—drinking too much, fighting, and, yeah, being the resident playboy. Don’t ask me how many girls I fucked before pretty much kicking them out once I was done. I’m not proud of my behavior. They knew what they were getting with me—that I wasn’t in it for a relationship. I had a contact list in my phone longer than the receipt for this grocery shop will be. Difference is, Jon actually cared about his career, and he didn’t start fights in the locker room. It’s safe to say I was a dick at college.

Jon

Are you coming, Captain?

Zach

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