Page 120 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Oh no,” Casey pipes up. “I know neither of you wants to hear this, but the right man blows any toy out of the water.”
“Really?” I groan. “Are you really going to rub it in our noses like that?”
Casey shrugs. “I’m just saying. It’s worth kissing a few frogs to find Prince Charming.”
I can’t help but giggle.
“What?” Casey asks.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…the image of Kodie as Prince Charming that popped into my head. Please, can you buy him a crown and get him to wear it to work one day?”
Casey rolls her eyes. “As if he’d ever play along with something like that.”
“Bet he would if you asked. He’d stop the world spinning if you wanted him to.”
She gets this faraway look as she thinks about him.
“Ugh, you’re so lovesick. It’s disgusting.”
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Donnelly.”
“I just want the regular orgasms. I’m not interested in the rest.”
“Shame. It’s fun.”
The conversation turns to the Vipers’ upcoming games. We’ve got a travel day tomorrow and then two home games at the end of this week.
I knew going into this role that it was going to be full on, but I don’t think I fully comprehended just how exhausting it was all going to be.
Worth it, though. So worth it.
Watching the guys excel and knowing that I had a hand in it...it blows my mind.
I’m so fucking proud of myself, I could cry every time I step up to the ice and watch them.
“Is it everything you hoped it would be?” Freya asks, dragging me from my thoughts.
“Mostly, yeah. I love being at the arena and around the guys.”
“All of them?” Casey teases.
“Most of them,” I quip back. “They’re awesome. They’ve formed this little family. They look after each other, pick each other up when one is struggling. It’s…it’s a privilege getting to experience it.”
“You’re more than that now. You’re a part of it. They’d go to war for you, too, from what I’m hearing,” Casey explains.
“And what are you hearing?”
“That they love you. Those who aren’t on your list are pissed that they’re stuck with Dillion.”
I can’t help but laugh. “What?”
“Keep this between us, but Dillion is an asshole.”
“That’s not a secret. The guys don’t like him either. Is he giving you a hard time?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I muse. I expected some kickback from starting this role, and if Dillion Mitchell is the worst I have to deal with, then I’ll take that.
“Proud of you, P,” Casey says, lifting her almost-empty glass in the air for a toast. “To badass women who don’t take shit from any man.”
