Body Check
I really need to get laid," Hayden Houston said with a sigh. She reached for the glass on the smooth mahogany tabletop and took a sip of red wine. The slightly bitter liquid eased her thirst but did nothing to soothe her frustration.
The pictures staring at her from the walls of the Ice House Bar didn't help, either. Action shots of hockey players mid slap shot, framed rookie cards, team photos of the Chicago Warriors—it seemed as if the sport haunted her everywhere she went. Sure, she was a team owner's daughter, but occasionally it would be nice to focus on something other than hockey. Like sex, perhaps.
Across from her, Darcy White grinned. "We haven't seen each other in two years and that's all you've got to say? Come on, Professor, no anecdotes about life in Berkeley? No insightful lectures about Impressionist art?"
"I save the insightful lectures for my students. And as ... read full excerpt from Body Check ebook
