The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey #3) - Odette Stone Page 0,114
conversation is madness. You know I’m not going to bite.”
He stood up and winked. “You look like you could use some sun.”
“I hate you, Mark,” I said without heat. I waited until Mark had disappeared out the door before I picked up the file. There was no way I would chase some wild child through Mexico to try to convince him to sign with me, just so I could sign him for Mark.
No way.
But out of curiosity, I put on the demo reel and pressed play.
Holy shit. I watched in complete awe. I couldn’t even comprehend some of the moves this mysterious player made on the ice. He was beyond good. He was fucking unbelievable. I wasn’t sure anyone had seen talent like that in a couple of decades.
I looked at his file more closely. I had never even heard of this guy before. He was an unknown.
Despite my best intentions, I played the demo twice more before sitting back to think.
This is such a bad idea.
Such a bad idea.
I reached for the phone to call my travel agent. “I need you to book me on the next available flight to Tijuana.”
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Excerpt from: Puck Me Secretly
A Vancouver Wolves Hockey Romance
Prologue
“Well, Dave, we got breaking news that hockey player, Max Logan, assaulted his own teammate, Joseph Flanynk. We have all seen footage of the fight that spilled out of the Minnesota Marmot’s own dressing room. They reported that Flanynk has undergone facial surgery and he will not play for the rest of the season.”
“Jim, did you see this fight? It has gone viral across the sport’s world and would make Conner McGregor flinch. Never, on or off the ice, have I ever seen a fight that extreme or violent.”
“Max Logan has a lot to answer for. Supposedly, the Minnesota coach will bench him for the rest of the season.”
“Jim, if he does, that will cost Minnesota their chance at winning the Stanley Cup.”
“Dave, I think Logan took it too far this time. I’m not sure if he can ever come back from this. I would bet that Minnesota is actively working to get rid of Max Logan.”
“Jim, I agree. But if that happens, the chances of Logan being accepted on a trade is almost minuscule, despite his skills on the ice. A GM can’t risk this kind of off-ice antics because it can derail a team. Tonight may have been Max’s last professional hockey game.”
Chapter One
I strode into the airport lounge, stepped up to the bar, and tossed my bag on the chair beside me.
“What will you have?” the bartender set a coaster in front of me.
“A gin and tonic, please,” I pulled out my wallet. “Make it a double.”
I was heading home. Liquid fortitude was in order.
My phone vibrated.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Sweetheart, how are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Your dad and I are excited to see you.”
I didn’t bother to hide the amusement in my voice, “Mom, only two months ago, you were at my graduation.”
It had been no small accomplishment to persuade my parents to let me spend the summer in New York after I graduated from University, but they had caved.
“Rory, you know what I mean. We’re happy that you’re moving back home. It’s been a long four years.”
I begged to differ. It had been the greatest four years of my life. Wanting to be independent, I had picked a university far from home. But now my bid for freedom was ending, and the prodigal daughter was returning home.
I loved my parents. As helicopter as they were, they loved me. Sometimes too much.