Epilogue
JONAH
Six Months Later
A s I skated around the ice, warming up for our game against the Coyotes, I looked up in the stands right behind the bench. There they were, the love of my life and my new mom, cancer-free for the moment. It had been a hard few months with the chemo, but her hair was growing back into the cute little pixie cut she’d had when I first met her.
Archer bounded toward me, then skidded to a stop. “We’re going to fuck you up tonight, Boehm.”
“Bite me, desert dog.” I held out my arm. After the game, we had plans to hit the local gay bar because some things never changed.
He side-hugged me. “I’m so fucking glad you made the Maple Leafs. And second line? Dude, you go, man.”
“Hell yeah. I had some help.” I dipped my head toward the stands. “Ryan whipped my ass into shape over the summer. Turns out he can coach just about any position.”
“Figures.” He turned his head toward Mason, standing on his skates by the boards with their best winger .
Mason ripped his glove off and flipped the winger the finger, yelling something incoherent.
“Dude, why is Hopkins yelling at one of your own guys?” I stared at him. Was he seriously about to pull fists on his own winger?
“Oh, shit.” Archer sniggered. “Hopkin’s has a love-hate thing going on with that guy. You should have seen them in training camp. They were chirping at each other the whole time.” He came in close. “The guy says he’s straight, but Hopkins thinks he’s totally gay.” He waggled his brows. “Hopkins is obsessed with him.”
“You mean how I was obsessed with Ryan?” I arched a brow. This was very interesting.
“Yep.” He looked off toward his bench. “Shit, Coach is watching us. I should go do my warm-up drills.”
“Yeah, me too.” I patted Archer on the back, then skated off and stopped. I’d see them both later. After removing a glove, I looked right at Ryan and touched my nose. It had become my good luck charm before every game.
He touched his nose back, a wide smile spreading over his lips.
Mason hates the new hot player traded to the Coyotes from Dallas.