I see it. I want it. I take it.
Hockey career. Fancy apartment in Seattle. Women. It doesn’t matter what, it’s just how I’ve always operated. Unapologetically and without shame.
Only not now. Because right now, everything is totally screwed.
“Are you okay?” Owen asks, peering over the rim of his pint glass at me. He’s our team’s goalie and one of my best friends.
With a sigh, I give him a noncommittal shrug. I’m getting really tired of everyone asking me that.
I’m nursing a pretty serious injury. A concussion that will keep me sidelined for the rest of the season, and a pulled groin that makes everything painful—walking, sitting, never mind something more vigorous like s*x. That’s completely off the table.
I’m sitting in a dimly lit bar around the corner from my apartment with two of
