Our Overtime: Ice League Book 1 (The Ice League Series)

I looked at the paper with the finalized list of kids on my team. Analyzing it for I don’t even know what- it’s not like I could look at a bunch of random names and be able to tell what Jules named her stupid kid.

Whatever. It was all up to fate at this point. It was probably easier that I didn’t know her kid’s name anyway… because if I did know it, would I really be able to cut her kid? I said I’d easily do it… but in actuality, I wasn’t so sure.

“Alright, here it is. See if you agree,” I sighed and handed the paper to Max.

He quickly scanned over my thoughts and nodded, “I’m with you on all this.”

Still in his skates, he turned and exited his office to post the results up on the board in the lobby.

I slumped in the fold up chair in the corner of his office, he really needed to upgrade this place.

I pulled my hat off and ran my hands through my hat hair, letting out a frustrated growl. What a fucking day.

I didn’t want to exit the rink for a while. Not until I was sure everyone else had left. I didn’t want to face Her; it’d be too much. I wouldn’t even know what to say. I don’t think I’d be able to say anything at all actually. The amount of history between us in this very rink and her standing there with a different guy’s ring on her finger… with a kid. Just reminding me of everything that I didn’t have…and how she moved the fuck on real quick, but I was still in the same place she left me almost a decade ago.

I needed to get back to my place and have a personal day.

Max swished his way back in. He swished his way everywhere. I don’t think I’d seen him wear anything besides sweats since a college jorts tailgate.

“Wanna come over for some beers?” I asked him. I honestly didn’t want to be alone after today and I didn’t want the company of any women either.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave me an understanding look, “Wouldn’t say no to that, bud. Paige can handle the place for the rest of the day anyway. I’ll tell Smitty to come too.”