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“What the hell, Kane?”

The grumpy voice behind me pulls my gaze from hers.

I turn to find my best friend and roommate stomping toward me. My body is blocking Abby’s petite frame from his line of sight.

“I’ve been waiting by the truck. Let’s go,” Dash says with a frown. “I’m starving.”

“I got caught up in something,” I say.

“Something like what?”

I step to the side so he can see Abby.

He stops mid-stride.

I grin.

Yeah, this is going to be fun.

CHAPTER 2

DASH

I’ve had a puck hit my mask so hard before it rattled my teeth. Hell, I’ve been knocked unconscious.

And that still didn’t take my breath away as much as it does when I see…her.

The One.

That’s the only thought that is knocking around in my addled fucking brain as Kane steps aside and reveals the woman standing with him. It feels as if a whole arena full of fans are cheering and waving Number One foam fingers. She’s it.

With big bright blue eyes, a cute button nose, and softly parted pink lips that indicate her surprise at seeing me roll up behind Kane.

Her hair is long and lush, her delicate fingers fluttering nervously at her throat, and her body is a soft display of feminine curves that make me want to run my big clumsy hands all over every single one of them.

Mine, mine, mine drums in my mind as my mouth goes hot and my cock goes hard.

Her eyes widen.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

I can only imagine what I look like right now. I’m a beast of a guy anyway and right now I’m drilling her with an intense stare.

I’m not good with words.

Never have been. Never will be.

Kane likes to speak for me, for which I’m usually grateful, and he does it now.

“Abby, meet Dash, the goaltender for the Mutts. And my best friend and roommate.”

Abby.

This perfect creature’s name is Abby. I let it roll around my head, but I’m not ready to use it on my tongue. I don’t want to spoil the moment.

Kane winks at her. “Don’t worry, Dash only bites if you want him too.”

Abby turns beet red at Kane’s words and hell, my own cheeks feel hot. Because now I have an image of nipping delicately along Abby’s inner thigh until I reach her sweet, swollen…