Page 59 of On the Breakaway

“Huh?”

“Your one-night stand.”

Right. My fake one-night stand.

“Oh. No. She was gone in the morning.”

“At least you have the bra as a souvenir,” Liam says with a grin.

That fucking bra.

I shoved it into the back of my hall closet after they found it, and it took a considerable amount of self-control not to pull it back out every time I walked by it.

But that road leads absolutely nowhere good.

I refuse to be attracted to Avery. Not only does she hate me, but I have no interest in getting back into a dead-end relationship.

Myself. Hockey. That’s where my focus needs to be.

We resume walking toward the locker room while I glance back down at my phone.

Me: Real nice.

Chaos: How’d you get my number?

Me: If it’s that easy for me to take your phone and text myself, it’s a good sign you’re too drunk.

Chaos: Thanks for the tip.

I stare at the conversation, struggling to understand why I texted her in the first place. Her life is not my business. As if reading my mind, she follows up with another message.

Chaos: Why are you texting me?

Me: Are you going out tonight?

Chaos: The whole team is. Why? Planning to ruin my night… again?

Me: Depends. Do you plan on needing rescued… again?

Chaos: *Kidnapped

A grin tugs at my lips despite my attempt to smother it.

I glance up at the guys. “Are we going out tonight?”

Liam gives me an immediate suspicious look, but answers anyway. “Yeah. We’re meeting up with the soccer team after their game.”

Nathan adds, “It might be a wild night. Wesley said something about wingwomaning for Avery.”

My skin prickles. “Why?”

Nathan shrugs, opening the door to the locker room. “She didn’t say, but I’m guessing it has something to do with Damon Woods.”

I let the door slam shut behind me.

Damon Woods?

Why the hell would the captain of the New York Yeti, otherwise known as the biggest asshole I’ve ever played against, have anything to do with Avery?