Page 9 of Forbidden Puck
I texted Lance back a simple message that simply said, “NOPE.”
With that, I hadplans.Sure, they involved my stupid older brother. But they were plans, dammit.
Chapter 4
Meet Honey Badger
Radar
After a long road trip, there's nothing quite like waking up in your own bed and realizing you've got the next few days off. Sure, your body is still fatigued from all the travel, and a weeks' worth of hockey wear-and-tear …
But damn, it's good to be home.
I was still in bed, my thoughts wandering, when there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in,” I answered.
The door opened. Lance stepped in and leaned against the door-frame. “Hey Radar.”
Besides the black eye, he looked good, dressed up and ready to go somewhere.
“Hey Lance. You heading out somewhere?”
“Yup. Lindsay wants to meet up.” He smiled boyishly, eagerly.
Lindsay—she's the girl that Lance is currently obsessed with. She's an Instagram booty model. Which is just what it sounds like: she takes pictures of her butt, from various angles and in various outfits. How this makes her money, orifit actually does at all,I don't really know or understand. All I know is that, as soon as we're home, Lance wants to spend all his time with her. He's started saying he loves her, even though he still hasn't gotten with her yet …
“Meeting Lindsay now? Kinda early, isn't it?” I asked.
He tapped his gold watch. “Early? It's almost 11, man. Prime brunch time.”
I looked at the alarm clock and grunted. “Oh. Damn.”
“Anyway, I just wanted to remind you thatHoney Badger arrives tonight. I'll be back here before she makes it in—which, for your sake, is a good thing. Because trust me, you wouldnotwant to be left alone with her for any length of time.”
I blinked at him. “Wait, did you say Honey Badger?”
“Oh, er, sorry. I meant Ella.”
“I get that, but—Honey Badger?” I repeated with a laugh.
He shrugged. “It's her nickname. You'll understand when you meet her.”
“Well, alright.”
“How 'bout you? Plans for today?”
“Gonna get up and hit the gym. Ilya wanted to grab a bite, too.”
“And what about tonight?” Lance pointed at the snake-skin treasure chest that rests on top of my dresser. “You going to add to the collection?”
“We'll see.”
“Alright bud. Catch ya later.”
“Later, Lance. Tell the butt model I said hi.”
He raised both middle fingers at me as he walked out of the room.
