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Game Changer 01



Cooper Callahan 


“Ow,ow” Dean DePalma hoots as he looks over behind the glass, drawing my eyes over to where he’s looking as my skates slide over the ice. 


I knew she’d be coming. My best friend Jack Jensen called in a favor a few weeks ago to the coach. He used to play with us for DunPark Penguins, but now played for the Sima Sharks after being traded a few years back. Being that he was with us for nearly ten years, there was obviously still love for him here. Even when we competed against him. 


Yeah. I knew his little sister Josie was taking the gig as our “Social Media Manager.” Because apparently , Russel our coach and Tony the owner of The Penguins , wanted us to have more “presence”. 


I remember him sitting in the locker room with us last week telling us about how his teenage daughters taught him about “thirst traps”. Good god. I was a thirty year old man. The idea of being forced to have a social media presence to up ratings and increase ticket sales was a god damn headache. Yet the younger rookies just fist pumped. 


But apparently there was an ongoing trend of women becoming feral for hockey players, that apparently we were all intended to help the owner cash in on. If all went well, he’d said, “Contracts next year will have a significant increase in payout.” But even money wasn’t enough for me to act a fool by taking shirtless photos and striking a fucking pose to post on a social media account. 


“Daaaaamn, look at that ass on that, huh?” Kyle Horowitz a rookie said as he glided by and came to a stop and pivoted, ice spraying from the blades on his skates as he stood on the the side of the wall with me , looking down a little ways where Josie stood talking to our coach Russell and the owner, Tony. 


“That’s Jensens little sister. Shut your fucking mouth.” I growl at him. He jerks his head slightly. 


“Doesn’t look little.” He says and I grab him by the jersey and he howls with a laugh and then skates off. 


No. I suppose she wasn’t little anymore. I hadn’t seen her in probably four years. She had to be what, twenty now? Her parents used to bring her to all the home games to watch her brother.  She was an adorable fan of her big brother. Wearing his jersey and mean mugging refs from behind the glass anytime they called something on her brother. Her parents still come to games, they’re devoted Penguins fans, even if their only son plays for another team now. Yet whenever he’s here playing against us. They wear their green Sharks jerseys for him instead .


I pull my helmet back down as I take a look at the long blonde ponytail that dangles down to her mid back , the ends of it tapering to a point that points to her ass, as if directing me to look at it. Yeah. Okay. As much of a punk as Kyle Horowitz the 19 year old rookie is, he’s right. That’s an ass, for sure. 


She’s wearing tight jeans and a red long sleeved sweater. As she waves her hands animatedly as she talks , I see she’s got matching red mittens on. Not gloves. Fucking mittens. God, that’s fucking cute. 


As Russell our coach gestures to the ice , she turns slightly and I see her profile. Jesus Christ. She’s a fucking stunner. What the hell ? That was NOT little Josie. But of course it wasn’t. She wasn’t the little girl screaming in the stands anymore. Far fucking from it. And the way it felt to look at her now, felt wrong. That was my best friends little sister. Didn’t matter if she was twenty now. Fucking Christ. Her mouth. Her smile. She’s laughing and nodding and gesturing with her adorable fucking mittened hand to the ice. Bright straight white teeth , circled by red fucking lips. The rest of her makeup is fairly muted and modest. But those lips. Fucking hell. What a target. 


Jesus. No. I mentally scold myself. My eyes dropping and they widen slightly at the generous curve of her breasts. My fucking god. Her body was fucking incredible. 


When she turns a bit more my eyes fly up and she lifts her hand. Smiling at me and waving her fucking mitten at me. 


I smile back and lift my hand and wave. Jesus. She was fucking gorgeous. What the hell was Jack thinking sending his no longer “little” little sister to work with a bunch of hockey players? 


She gives me a thumbs up with her mitten, and I smile even harder. Fuck she’s cute. Cute and fucking hot. I give her one right back. 


She laughs and scrunches her nose and then her head turns and her pretty ponytail whips to the side as she goes back to talk to Russell and Tony. 


I groan and then get back to practice. Wondering how long she’s going to be around. Will she be at all the practices and games? How often am I gonna get to look at her? Fuck. She’s nice to look at. So fucking nice to look at. 

Dean DePalma, the man who’d originally hooted when he noticed her is smirking at me when I turn around. 


“Callin dibs Callahan?” He shouts a bit too loud and skate by, checking him with my shoulder , sending him right on his ass. 

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