Hell, that alone made me hard, which was why I went into the shower after Madison.
But the second I saw her walking with her father toward the ice, my entire focus was lost.
A second later, a puck whizzed right by my mask and into the net.
The shot was so hard and fast, I heard it.
Abel threw his hands up and stuck his tongue out at me.
I jumped up and slid my mask back. “I wasn’t ready for the shot, asshole.”
“You’re in net,” he said. “Always be ready.”
“Run that again, I dare you,” I said.
“You dare me?” Abel asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Oh, by the way, Wren is looking really good right now. Her post-baby figure is hot as fuck.”
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Abel’s eyes were enraged with anger.
That’s what I wanted.
Abel skated as fast as he could back to center ice.
He then had a puck and was headed right for me.
From the corner of my eye I saw Madison stop walking.
She lifted her camera and started to take pictures.
I came out of the net way too far.
If it were an actual game, this move would have been really stupid.
But it was practice, I had Abel pissed off and I wanted to impress Madison.
Abel cut to the left and sent the puck to the right.
I watched his body language and knew what he was going to do.
I poked my stick forward and knocked the puck out of the way.
Then I skated back while he retrieved it.
Abel tried to take a shot but it was a weak one.
I snagged it out of the air and waved my hands like he had done when he scored on me.
Abel being Abel, he wasn’t done with me.
He dropped his stick and gloves and came for me.
I dropped my stick and gloves and took my mask off.
“Say it again, Mav,” Abel growled. “Say it again and watch what happens.”