Ask Your Mom If I’m Real (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #8) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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Truly, I did.

But my body couldn’t keep up with the demands of the job anymore.

If I wasn’t already sure that I wanted to retire, spending the last four days off with my two new favorite people would’ve cemented it in.

I wasn’t ready to admit it to anyone yet, but I was already feeling the itch to tell the coaches and management that I was retiring.

The only thing stopping me, truly, was that we had a real shot for the Stanley Cup this year.

“Jeremiah Dixxxxooooonnnnn, your team captain!” the announcer roared.

I skated out onto the ice, my hand going up to wave at all the screaming fans.

“I don’t get it,” Bryson grumbled. “You’re not even that good looking.”

I laughed and shoved him backward.

He went back with a grin, then skated with me to our goal.

The team started to warm up on the ice after my name was announced, and by the time warm-ups ended, I was ready to get the game over with so that I could get back to my girls.

Speaking of my girls…

“Hey, look who it is,” Bryson teased.

I looked to where he was pointing to find them in the stands, waving frantically at me.

I skated over to them and pressed my hand against the glass.

Anleigh’s grinning face moved so close to the glass that her breath fogged up a small section as she placed her hand on top of mine.

Merriam beamed and said, “Good luck!”

I winked and skated back toward the bench.

“Get your heads in the game, boys,” Coach said. “It’s time to play some hockey.”

MERRIAM

I had no clue just how violent hockey was.

I mean, logically, I knew the game was played with a lot of physicality, but I’d had no clue just how physical it was.

I winced when Jeremiah’s body slammed into the man, who then slammed into the wall.

Noel, who’d attended the game with me in the seats that she usually shared with her husband for home games, groaned. “He’s gonna feel that tomorrow.”

“What?” I asked over the noise surrounding me.

Anleigh had ear protection over her ears and thank God she did.

This crowd was so intense!

“Jeremiah’s body doesn’t quite recover like it used to when he was younger,” she said. “I can tell with just how he plays now that he won’t be playing much longer.”

My brows rose. “Really?”

“Really,” she said. “It takes him longer and longer between games to recover. And sometimes, he’s not recovered from the previous game before he has to play the next game.”

I hated that.

The puck went flying past, heading toward our goalie, and it was like Jeremiah had been shot from a rocket as he headed toward the man with the puck.

The two men clashed in front of the goal, and all of a sudden, gloves, sticks, and fists went flying.

I watched in horror as Jeremiah took a punch to the face and went down. But not without taking the man he was fighting with him.

The moment they were on the ground, Jeremiah moved and punched his opponent one solid time before the ref was able to separate him.

“What’s that mean?” I asked as I saw him be put in a box by his team.

“That’s the hockey world’s version of a timeout,” Noel answered as she shook her head. “He did that because he didn’t want them to score, but unfortunately, it puts the other team in a power play, allowing them to have one more player than us on the ice.”

Luckily, during the time that he spent in the penalty box, nothing happened.

By the time that his time ended, Jeremiah was barreling over the wall and into the fray without an ounce of fear.

Anleigh thoroughly enjoyed herself.

To be honest, I did, too.

By the time that the game was over, with the Thundercats pulling off a 4-1 upset, I was jazzed.

Noel led me down to the locker room waiting area with Anleigh now asleep in my arms.

“I have to go,” she said as she gently took the headphones off my child’s head. “I have to get home so Kyle can get to work. This juggling three kids so that we can both work full-time thing really sucks.”

“You don’t have them in daycare?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “I tried it, but the kids were sick too much. And with Grams getting older and a more compromised immune system, we made the decision to work opposite shifts for the year.”

I frowned. “That’s gotta be hard on your marriage.”

She sighed. “It is. I had a lot of fun with you tonight. Next time!”

Then she was gone, leaving me to wait for Jeremiah.

He came out of the locker room moving slowly, a wince on his face.

I rushed to him and the smile that lit his face made my heart burst.

“Hey.” He reached for Anleigh.

I shook my head, and he frowned.

“You’re hurt,” I explained my reluctance to hand her over.


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