Home Ice Advantage (PENALTY BOX #3) by Ari Baran EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Ari Baran
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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September
On the day of Ryan Sullivan’s forty-fifth birthday he discovered that his
wife had gotten him a divorce.
Embarrassingly, it took him until the afternoon to realize it.
He had left early in the morning to get to the game with his peewee
hockey team. That kept him occupied for a few hours. It was his first
coaching position and he’d been taking it really seriously. Sure, it was only
peewee, but eleven- and twelve-year-olds were a real handful on the best of
days. To make matters worse, Ryan had been mediating a season-long
dispute between the parents of his 1C and the parents of a kid who thought
he deserved to be the 1C. He’d kept their ice time pretty even, but that
didn’t matter to hockey parents who looked at the lines beforehand and kept
track of matchups and deployments.
After the game, Paul, the father of Jaxon-the-2C, confronted Ryan
outside of the locker room. Ryan had to talk the guy down, spinning a tale
about PP1 time and reassuring him that really, no one was scouting this
early, and it truly was not a knock on Jaxon’s hockey skills that Wyatt had
been taking more offensive-zone draws, but simply that Jaxon’s defensive
responsibility was stunningly well-developed for his age and—well. At
least Paul hadn’t punched the locker room wall this time.
Ryan had been so busy with the parents that by the time he got out to the
parking lot, it was over an hour later than he normally would have been on
his way home. He took a moment, alone in his car, to rub his eyes. When he
was on the ice with the kids, he fucking loved every minute of it. He’d
always considered himself a people person, but the parents…man, the
parents were something else.
And holy shit, did Ryan know about parents. Ryan had four brothers who
had all played pro hockey in some form or another, and their dad made Paul
look like a family therapist in comparison.
By the time he had gotten out of the rink, stopped by Dunkin’ to get his
third cup of coffee, braved the shitty weekend traffic on the way home and
narrowly avoided getting sideswiped by some asshole doing 80 mph with
nowhere to go, the headache was building up behind his eyes.
The news
radio was still talking about the fact that yesterday the Boston Beacons,
who’d already fired their general manager in the offseason, had fired their
head coach in the middle of training camp, which didn’t bode well for the
season. If anything, the headache intensified.
It didn’t get any better when he actually got home.
He parked in front of the house the same way he always did because the
garage was where he’d set up all of his hockey equipment and the skatesharpening machine and you could only fit Shannon’s car in the other side
anymore.
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