Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Right? We shall send her a hate cake.”
“Yes, hate cake,” I agree, grinning. When a girl quits the team because of injury, we send her a hate cake. It sounds mean, but though the writing on the cake reads, “We hate you,” all around it, we each write in icing our favorite thing about her. We bully one another gently, and it keeps us sane. “Any news on who it is?”
“Coach let it slip it was a guy.”
“A guy, you say,” I say, waggling my brows. “Is he of the good-looking variety? Shall I break rules?”
She snorts. “Callie, stop. You don’t break rules. You’re all bark and no bite.” With that, I bite her shoulder, at which we both explode in laughter. “I hate you!”
“I am full of bite!” I exclaim, and she laughs, her face turning red. She’s so pretty and so funny. I adore her. “And hush, don’t tell people I’m a do-gooder.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t have to tell anyone. Everyone knows. You’re the only one I know who hooks up with someone and then stays with them for nine months. Like, come on. I know, you know, the dick is in abundance here in Bullies’ country.”
I despise that saying. It’s so icky. Especially when most of the guys are just dicks, not hung like a bull or anything. At least, Tommy wasn’t. I really don’t know why I stayed with him as long as I did. I could have been with so many other guys, but I want consistency. Though now, I’m thinking of bull dick, and I’m brought back to Evan Adler. In shorts. Very short shorts. “There was an abundance in that RA’s shorts.”
“You mean lack of shorts. Fuckadoodle, he was fine.”
“He is chef’s-kiss fine,” I say, making the motion to further my point. “I didn’t think I’d see him here.”
“Huh?”
Oh, duh. “He just medically retired from the NHL.”
She blinks. “No fucking way.”
“Yeah, he played with Nico for almost two years. He has a twin brother who still plays.”
“What? You’re such a sneak! You knew that and still claimed him. You know I want a sugar daddy.”
I snort. “Evan is not a sugar daddy. He’s, like, two years older than us. Plus, you’re going to be a sugar momma.”
She thinks that over. “True, very true. But I’m poor right now. Not everyone has a rich daddy.”
I give her a pointed look. Her dad is the best oral surgeon here in Nashville and works exclusively on athletes. He offered to fix Nico’s chipped tooth, but Nico has had that chipped tooth since he was like ten. There is no way anyone is touching his mouth. “Cam, you have a rich dad.”
Cameron shrugs, her lips curving. “He is very bitchy when it comes to his black card.”
“Whatever. I don’t even know what a black card is,” I throw back at her as she laughs, shaking her head.
“Sure you don’t.”
“I don’t. I really don’t.”
But she isn’t listening to me. “Are you sure you are claiming the RA?”
“Evan? Yes. I don’t know why—I’ll probably pass out trying to talk to him.”
She stops. “Wait…is he hung and hot?”
I blink my eyelashes dramatically, realizing she never saw his face. “Cameron… Wait.” I say, pulling out my phone and Googling him. A really unfair photo of Evan and Owen holding puppies comes up. I hold it out to her. She looks at my phone and then back to me before looking back at my phone. She takes hers out and takes a photo of my phone before shaking her head. “You’re a bitch.”
“Love you too,” I tease as she starts to walk away. “Lunch?” I ask, laughing at her pouting.
“Not until you release your claim.”
“Ha, never,” I say, following her as we come to the fork where she goes toward the dentistry part of campus and I go the other way toward the ACOB. “Not my fault you didn’t call ‘Claim’ fast enough.”
She laughs as we separate to go where we need to be. When a text comes through in our team group chat, I laugh when I see it’s from Cameron and it’s the picture of Evan and Owen.
This is who Callie claimed. The RA. We hate her.
I snort as all the comments come at me.
What a bitch!
Are you kidding me? How is he hung and that hot?
Wait, is he the chunky or skinny one? And why are they both so hot?
Do they have sign-ups for threesomes?
Does anyone know the Google Doc for that? Should I make one?
When everyone agrees, I almost trip over my feet laughing. They’re all such dorks.
Hold on. I have a question. Callie claimed him, but if he denies her, can someone call next?
Within seconds, my phone is dinging with claims, and I just laugh. They are crazy and a bit rude to assume I’ll get denied. I’ve just gotta see him and make him mine. It won’t be hard. I’m an adorable chick, a real catch, and we have hockey in common. I’m not a puck bunny; I know hockey. I mean, I’m in. Easy peasy. I shut off my phone since I can’t have it on in the ACOB and tuck it into my pocket, still laughing a bit. As I reach for the door, it’s pushed open, and my face runs into a very hard chest. I bounce off him. Not far, but it makes me unsteady. I grab on to the door as he fumbles with his belongings. I look up just as the person I ran into looks down at me.