“After pulling up his pants, he’d carried her up to his room and laid her down on his bed, covering her with a blanket. Then he was gone and Cella was too tired and sated to really give a shit. She might have dozed, but not for long. “The swelling’s down,” he told her, adjusting the ice pack. “It usually doesn’t last too long. Although, last night I thought it would last forever.” “It must be a nightmare after every game.” “It is. But what can I do?” “They can’t fix it?” “Sure. If I want a full ...knee replacement.” “The way we heal, would that really be a problem?” “No. As long as I never want to play pro hockey again.” “Right. Rule number twenty-three A.” Geez, he knew all the pro shifter hockey rules by code, including the one that said any replacements or additions to a shifter’s body meant automatic dismissal from the league. Cella chuckled. “Super fan.” “Sorry. I didn’t mean to let my geekiness flow.” “It’s all right. You can’t help yourself.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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