Hey, all! Can you believe it Against The Boards comes out in less than two weeks! Actually 12 days away! So I’m popping in with a little excerpt from the book. Enjoy!
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**EXCERPT**
“You never answered my question. Where’s a good area to move to?”
“Okay, here’s the plan. You stay in my room while I’m overseas, and we can look together when I get back, or Kat can help you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Who’s Kat?”
He barked out a laugh. “The GM’s assistant. Also my goaltender’s mom, so she’s off-limits.”
“Really?”
He suddenly looked very solemn. “I’d never break the code.”
I rolled my eyes. Hockey boys and their codes; it all seemed rather archaic to me. I’d never been interested in hockey players, mostly because they got mad I could outshoot them. Sorry, my dudes! When you grew up with a Stanley Cup winner for a father, not playing hockey wasn’t an option.
“Noah won’t mind me staying at your place?”
“No, because he already moved in with his girl.”
“He moved in with Dinah already?”
He nodded. “A bit soon, eh?”
We shared a concerned look.
Tristan’s roommate Noah had been in love with their next-door neighbor for a while. She broke his heart when she broke up with him a couple of months ago. They seemed better now, but I was protective of Noah. He was like a second brother to me, and I didn’t want to see him hurt again. Noah was way too nice, and I was afraid people took advantage of his kindness.
“Wait, so you don’t have an open room I could use?”
Tristan abruptly cut the engine and got out of the car.
I followed him towards the elevator. “Well?”
“I have a new roommate,” he said. His grim expression told me I wouldn’t like whatever bomb he was about to drop on me.
“Tristan, who moved into Noah’s room?” I asked.
“Benny.”
“Benny?”
“Yes, Benny.”
“Like…Michael Bennett?” I asked and prayed to the hockey gods he meant literally anyone else.
Please tell me he had another friend who went by the name Benny. Please, anyone else but the six-foot-four left-winger who took one look at me and asked me if my tits were fake. There was no way in hell I was living with Benny while I searched for a place. Even if he was nice to look at with his impeccably groomed beard that looked amazing against his brown skin.
Please hockey gods, be on my side this time!
“Do you know another Benny?” Tristan asked and gave me the signature Desjardins grin.
“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!”
My twin laughed the whole elevator ride up to his floor. I didn’t understand why he thought this was so goddamn funny. This was my worst nightmare.
XO,
Danica