The Workaholic and the Realist (New Hampshire Bears #2) Read Online Free Page B

but I know you and you have a lot of work to do.”
    “Love you, Grams.” I knew when I had been dismissed, and I bent down and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.
    “Love you, Keaton Michael.”
     

     
    The game was aggressive, but that was a quality of the Las Vegas Gamblers, and we didn’t let up either. My ribs were sore from the hits, but I could still breathe without a lot of pain, which was important. Late in the third period, we were still scoreless, and I grew more tired. My second wind better hit me soon or I would have to drink an energy drink.
    I jumped the boards with Kyson and Remington and the three of us skated hard toward the puck. Kyson didn’t usually lose the puck, but someone stole it. I took my position in front of Teo, and when the puck came, I kept it from the crease.
    Remington gained control and shot it to Kyson who kept it away from the other players before shooting it back to Remington, and I watched him slap it easily into the back of the net, right as the buzzer sounded.
    I rushed over to my teammates to celebrate the goal and win. It was the best feeling, coming off the ice and heading back to the locker room; the music was already playing. I needed to have some more fun and told Remington we were going out tonight.
    “Yes, sir.” He fist bumped me, and I rushed through getting ready. I should have asked Kyson to go. Instead, as I was almost ready to leave, I saw our captain, Hamilton Baer, in the parking garage.
    “Hey, Cap.” I jogged over to his car.
    “Yeah?”
    “Rem and I are heading to Billy’s Sports Bar. Want to join us?”
    “Why are you inviting me?” He furrowed his brow.
    “You never go out with us, and I thought it would be nice for you to hang out with your noblemen.”
    “Noblemen?” Hamilton shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve got work to do.” He gave me a curt nod and got into his car. Hamilton could be described as not very talkative. I guess some would say he was all work and no play. At least, I played once in a while.
    I drove over to Billy’s and Remington already had a place at the bar, with two beers in front of him. I didn’t know how fast he’d had to drive to get here, but he had beer.
    “One for me?” I slapped his shoulder, hopping on the stool next to him.
    “Yep and next round is on you.”
    I nodded, taking a drink from a cold bottle.
    “What did you do after lunch?”
    I shrugged. I couldn’t tell him about my crazy schedule with school and the book. “Just chilling with Grams.”
    “Grams is cool and all, but I bet you got bored.”
    “She kept me busy.” I chuckled. “What about you?”
    “My life consists of Netflix.” He smirked.
    “Excuse me.” A young blonde came up to me. “Are you Kyson Wick?”
    I chuckled. “Sorry, wrong guy.” It was then I noticed Harlow sitting at a booth, laughing. I turned from the girl and told Remington I needed to leave for a moment.
    I strolled over toward her and when I reached her, I realized she was with a guy. A much older man, actually. When I glanced at him, I saw his extremely thinning hair, deep wrinkles around his eyes, and to top it off his porn-like 1970’s mustache.
    “Hello honey-bunny.” I beamed at her, ignoring him.
    “Hi.” She gave me her fake smile. I’d know it anywhere.
    “I saw you from the bar, and I knew I had to come over and say hi,” I explained.
    “Did you? You just knew to come over and interrupt us?”
    “Yep.” I kept my smirk in place.
    “Excuse us, George. One moment.” She slid from the booth and tugged me to the other side of the bar. “I owe you one.”
    “What?” I thought she’d be yelling at me.
    “Seriously, thank you. If I have to hear one more boring accounting story from him, I might stab my ears with a spoon.”
    “Ah, so I’m your hero?”
    “Don’t get cocky, puppy.” She pushed on my chest sharply with her finger. “Help me get out of this.”
    “You want me to get you out of the date?”
    “Yes.