Page 102 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I think I have a problem.

Sienna: So are you going to tell me what you’re all doing or what?

My message shows as read, but it takes a few seconds for a response to come through. And when it does, I discover it’s a video.

“What the fuck?” I mutter when it opens.

“Yes, come on, baby,” Killer shouts. “You’ve got this, Marilyn.”

A laugh erupts from my throat as I watch Hayden and Linc battle it out on a dance mat while Calvin watches from the couch. From his excitement, you’d think he was watching the Vipers play in the Stanley Cup Final.

A fucking dance mat.

“What the fuck?” I repeat, unable to believe what I’m seeing.

“What’s going on?” Garrett asks, jumping over the back of the couch, much to Mom’s irritation, and bouncing beside me. “Holy shit, is that⁠—”

“Yep,” I agree as the video comes to an end.

“Play it again,” he demands.

I hesitate, because while Hayden and Linc might be front and center of this video, Bea made sure to get Calvin fully in shot for me. Will Garrett notice?

When I don’t immediately press play, he helpfully does it for me.

“Hey,” I complain.

“Oh, shush. I need to see this.”

He shakes his head in disbelief as we watch it all for a second time.

“I’ve always wondered what hockey players do in their spare time. I never in a million years would have thought it was this.”

My stomach knots as Bea follows up with another message that appears at the top of my screen.

I wince, but quickly realize it’s safe.

Bea: Hayden is the current reigning champion. Calvin has come close to knocking him off the top spot, but obviously, he’s out of action now, so Hayden is wiping the floor with everyone else.

“Wow…I can’t even…” Garrett mutters. “We need more of this. Video call her.”

“I’m not demanding to video call her just so you can ogle some dancing hockey players.”

“Ow, why not? I’d be really thankful for it.” He pouts and gives me his best puppy-dog eyes.

“Ugh, you’re a pain in the ass.”

“As if you don’t want to watch them just as much as I do.”

I do. But the one I’d really love to see hopping around on a dance mat isn’t able to do so.

“I need to pee,” I say, getting to my feet, ensuring I take my cell with me.

I wait until I’m locked in the bathroom before messaging Calvin.

Sienna: Having fun?

Calvin King of the ice Keller: You would not believe what I’m doing.