“Why must they play volleyball all day?” I’m on the ledge of the pool, the sun heating my shoulders, and stare at all the men we’re on vacation with hijacking the beach volleyball area once again.
Paisley, my best friend and Maksim’s girlfriend, laughs. “You’re telling me you’re not appreciative of all those bare chests?”
“Shouldn’t you only be looking at one bare chest?” I ask and raise an eyebrow.
She laughs again. “I only care about one bare chest, but I can appreciate the fact that we’re in a tropical paradise with a bunch of hockey hotties.” She sips her frozen cocktail.
“We’ve grown up with hockey hotties, remember?”
My dad owns the professional hockey team, the Florida Fury, and since I’ve known Paisley since forever, we grew up admiring the build of a hockey player. Which is p
