Page 21 of Call the Shots
Nick smirked. “We’ll see what she has to say about that.”
There was nothing I could do to stop him and what then? I saw June’s profile. She didn’t care about the details; she just wanted to get laid. I waved Montoya away when he tried to involve me in another warm-up.
“Nick?” I rested my arms over the side of the rink. “You’re right. You’ve got the best shot with June.”
“Uh-huh.”
“We don’t need any bad blood between us.” My eyes flickered to June, swiping her hair up for a high ponytail. “I’m living with her. Tell her I’m your wingman. I sent you over.”
His eyes lit up. “Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Wow. I misjudged you. Thanks, man.”
“No worries.”
I watched as Nick swaggered to June. He rolled back his shoulders, taking the seat next to her with a classic move. The casual recline before his arm relaxed on the back of her chair.
June turned to him, her face impossibly tight.
They were too far away to hear, but I watched as Nick’s grin all but fell off and he left her side in a hurry.
“Bear!” she snarled.
I feigned ignorance when I passed Nick. “Didn’t work out?”
“She told me to shove a hockey stick up my ass and use it like a pogo stick.”
I clapped him on the back. “Tough break, buddy.”
I could hear Nick’s shoes stop behind me, finally figuring out what happened. “You asshole, you did that on purpose.”
With a glance over my shoulder, I shrugged. “Told you she’s off-limits, dickhead. Now I don’t need to tell you twice.”
Denali whistled for everyone to come over and I was the first to get to June. She glared, her green eyes fiery. “If youeversend one of your cretins to me again, you’ll regret it.”
“Good to know, I was going to send them in a conga line.”
“I don’t sleep with hockey players.”
“Your profile said?—”
“I said I’m down to experiment,” she snapped. “Not vomit in my mouth.”
Denali hunkered down with her. “Can you show the design you made?”
June threw me one last scowl—ending our personal conversation—before she flashed what she made for Denali. A black shirt with BIGGER IS BETTER printed on it and an outline of a mountain below. Which wasn’t bad.
“Fantastic work,” Fridge complimented.
“I have one for you too.” June clicked the next one. “Ice ‘em out. And the back has Fridge, all in caps. Montoya, I had some favors people owed me, a friend helped me with this one, it’s your face…”
Montoya’s face was imposed with the word MONTOYA in a straight line down, zoomed in just enough to make him not look like a toddler with a haircut that was a minor snip away from being a bowl cut.
“Wow,” Montoya whispered. “I look cool.”
Nick nodded. “First time for everything, Kid’s Toy.”
