Page 54 of Forbidden Puck
“Wha'?” Radar stammered.
“There's a pair of white panties lying in the living room. Yeahhhh! That's right. You're so busted, dude.”
A flashback from last night played in my head: Radar pulling my panties down my leg and tossing them over his shoulder. Neither of us had remembered to pick it up afterward.
Oh my God, we're so caught.
Lance continued. “You're fuckin'sick,by the way. And the boys on the team are gonnalovehearing about this one: I buy a new couch, and you fuck some puck-slut on it in less than 24 hours?”
A deep but silent breath spilled out of my lungs.He thinks those panties belong to someone else.
“You're lucky I love you, Radar. But you know you owe me for that couch now, right? You christened it before I did, you fucker. First fucking night, too. I can't believe you.”
“Heh … yeah. Sure. Sorry about that.” Radar gulped.
“Did Honey Badger hear you guys?”
“No … she was fast asleep …” Radar was desperate to change the subject. “But hey, how was your night?”
“Great, great. Spent the night at Lindsay's. Ifinallytapped it, bro. Finally.”
“You did?!”
“Oh yeah. That fuckin'ass, man. It's unreal.” I heard the slap of Lance's back-hand on Radar's bare chest. “Let's just say, Sir Lancelotcame-a-lot.”
“Ew,” I whispered.
Radar laughed, and Lance laughed, and they were slapping at each other,hoo boy,over how funny that terrible joke was.
God, are hockey players even worse when they don't know a woman is around? That's great news…
“Anyway, Radar, I'm gonna run across the street and grab us some coffee and doughnuts, but I wanted to make sure you were awake.”
“Thanks bud. Appreciate it.”
“Yup. Don't mention it.” My guts twisted with anxiety as Lance's shoe steppedrighton my dress. He stopped walking, and slowly turned around. “Don't forget to pick those panties up, by the way. Because Iain't gonna touch them. And I don't want Honey Badger to see them, or you know she'll flip her shit and rant about what sleazy horn-dogs men are, blah, blah, blah.”
“Right. I will. Sorry again.”
“No prob.” Lance turned around, and his foot lifted off my dress. Radar must've noticed it now, because he put his foot on it and quickly scooted his leg backward. My dress swooshed across the floor, scooping up a bunch of under-the-bed dust-bunnies, before it hit me in the face.
Gee. Thanks.
Lance turned around again. “Hey, speaking of Honey Badger—you wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?”
“Oh, yeah, um—she told me she was going to the gym.”
“This morning?”
“Yeah.”
“She woke you up to tell you that? Huh. Weird. Anyway, I'm gonna go grab those doughnuts. I'll be right back.”
Radar shut the door after him. When we heard the sound of the front door open and shut, he crouched by the bed. “I'm sorry, Ella,” he said, extending his hand to me.
“I think I meant it last night when I said I hate you,” I grumbled. I gave him my hand and he pulled me out.
He nodded, wearing a frown. “Yeah, that's fine. I deserve that.”
