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Amara half-smiled. “I know Ry, and that would destroy him.”

“You and baby face hooked up again since the wedding?” Dani shook her head, shuddering. “I still hate you, by the way. I can’t believe you had them both at the same time and lived to tell about it. My heart would’ve given out. I’d have legit fucking died.”

“It was, uh…it was somethin’ alright. But no. We agreed that now isn’t really the best timing.”

“But you’re gonna again, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Amara said quickly. “Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about it. About him. I thought I’d get him out of my system and we could move on. Instead, he’s like a fucking drug, and I’m itchin’ for my next hit.”

“Big cock?”

Amara gasped. “Dani!” She gestured to a couple of men sitting at the end of the bar.

“Please, baby. Everyone here knows I’m straight trash. So, is it?”

“Huge,” Amara said, smirking. “And his lips, his tongue…ugh. He’s such a good kisser. It still blows my mind that he’s so young.”

“And did he use that tongue anywhere else?”

“OK, no more!” She whipped her lightly with the rag she’d been using to wipe down the bottles. “We’re gonna lose business if you scare all the customers away.”

“Baby girl, we’re not scaring anyone away. Especially not that one,” she said, pointing to one of the men wearing a backward New York Giants hat. “He’s been staring into your soul for the last half-hour. Hey!” she yelled to him. “What’s your name, baby?”

He pointed to himself, and she confirmed. “Jake!” he yelled back.

Dani grabbed Amara from behind by her shoulders and pushed her down to the end of the bar where he was seated. “Jake, this is Amara. She’s very single. Stop staring at her and talk to her.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t…”

“Bullshit.”

He smiled. “OK, you caught me. Amara, that’s a beautiful name. I’m…”

“Jake,” she finished for him, shaking his hand. She sized him up: probably late thirties or early forties, with sharp features, a full beard and mustache, piercing blue eyes, and jacked arms that looked like they were about to bust through his T-shirt sleeves. “It’s nice to meet you…Jake.”

“You too…Amara.”

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“You wanna run some over-speed drills with me?” Hayes grabbed a towel and wiped himself off. They’d just finished their conditioning workout at the arena gym and had a few hours to spare before tonight’s game. Hayes knew Ryan didn’t want to go home.

“Yeah, I guess.” Hayes offered his hand and pulled Ryan up off the floor as they headed to the locker room to suit up.

“We gotta work on your speed, man. That’s one of the things they’re most concerned about with you. You’re like a drugged-up turtle out there, man.”

“I know. Been hearing it my whole life. I’m not a fast skater. And it doesn’t help that I don’t have a whole lot in the tank right now.”

“Then you gotta fuckin’ fill that shit back up, Rook. They’re…they’re talkin’ about the Railers, man. Overheard the coaches sayin’ they’re gonna be making some moves this week. You do not want that.”

“Maybe I should just go. I fucking suck here. It’s not like I’m moving up anytime soon. It might be nice to be two hours away from her, anyway.” He finished lacing up his second skate and stood up.

“Don’t say that. It’s gonna get better, man. It’s a fresh wound right now. You just gotta lick it and move on.”

“I fucked her two nights ago.”

“That’s…not what I meant by lick it, Rook.” Hayes finished lacing up his skates, then they grabbed a couple of sticks and headed down the tunnel. “She initiate it?”

“It just happened. She knocked on my door, and I answered shirtless. The rest is history.”

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