by June Winters
You know the roast is bad when Shea wants to get in on the action.
“Black. Thong. Pretty standard,” I said, resigned.
“Oh, so a black thong is the standard, is it? Not a unique collector's item then?” Shea replied.
“Guess not.”
“And how the hell do you even get their panties in the first place? Do you steal them when they go to the bathroom or what? Don't they notice they aren't wearing any panties when they get dressed?”
“Jesus, Shea. I'm not some creeper rifling through a girl's shit and stealing her panties. I don't even have to ask. They know to give them to me.”
“They know to give them to you,” Shea repeated, and then he really looked mind-blown. “How the hell does that work? How do they know you want 'em in the first place?”
I sighed. “Can someone else explain to Father Time how dating works in the modern era?”
Shea shook his head. “No, no no no. That's not dating. I don't know what it is you kids do today, but it is not dating, lemme tell ya.”
Groans arose all around us. The team feared a history lesson on what dating was like back in Shea's day.
Someone shouted, “Thanks Grandpa, but it's time for a nap!”
Shea ignored the comment and pressed further. “So what're you going to do when you fill that panty box up, Radar? Is that when you'll know it's time to settle down and get married or something?”
“Get a bigger box, obviously.” I slammed a chip down on the table. “Are we going to play this hand or what?”
“Uh oh, I think we made him mad.” Lance put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. “Don't get all unhinged-psycho on us now. We're just fucking with you, big guy.”
Shea and Ilya both threw in their bets.
“Lance?”
But Lance's phone made a beep and distracted him. “Oh. Hey. Perfect, dude. Turns out my little sister is free to visit for the weekend. Said she had some plans but they fell through. You mind if she stays with us, Radar?”
“Not at all.” I paused. “Didn't you say your sister was nuts, though?”
“Oh, she's completely insane. She has this idea in her head that lies are the worst thing ever. If you lie to her and she finds out, she flies off the fucking handle. Just be warned.”
I laughed. “Well, whatever. She'll be your problem, not mine.”
Someone in the row ahead of us wisecracked, “you know Radar is going to add your sister's panties to his collection, right Lance?”
Laughs came from all over, but Lance slowly turned his head to shoot me an enraged stare.
“He better fucking not.”
I patted his shoulder. “Relax. He's just being stupid. Family is off-limits and everyone knows that.”
That put Lance at ease. Because if there was anything you could say about me, it was that I lived by the code. And everyone knows that there's no bigger sin than sleeping with one of the boys' family members. Wives, girlfriends, sisters, moms, aunts, whoever—just don't.
Don't even look at them.
Because there's no faster way to tear a team apart and get your ass traded than to get involved with a teammate's sister.
. . . to be continued!
Other Books by June Winters
Boston Brawlers:
Forbidden Puck (Book 1)
Colorado Blizzard:
Hooked (Book 1)
Grudge Puck (Book 2)
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