บททั้งหมดของ Pucking Around with Fate: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

POV: GunnerHe knew what that was about. He was just wound up. Because he hadn't gone out and gotten laid last night like he'd planned.He'd gone over to his ma's, helped her with the chores she'd called him about at the theater, then sat for dinner. Then he'd dropped by Kensei's, but his friend was out. So instead Gunner had ended up chatting with his wife, Sarah, who was seeking relief in a small glass of wine while their baby was, for once, asleep. And adult conversation. Gunner's specialty.But Sarah had been the one to do most of the talking. And Gunner was forced to sit back, arms folded, and just lend an ear. He could do that well enough.Apparently she needed it. The girl was all over the place, venting briefly about the trials of parenting and dealing with Kensei's unique fathering skills, before going into the details about the parties Gunner had missed, then showing him her ideas to renovate their kitchen. Gunner had pointed out some ideas of his own that she'd loved, which

POV: GunnerWind-whipped snowflakes pelted the glass of sliding doors high up on the balcony of an upscale apartment in downtown Seattle.Insistent. Like they were trying to get out of the storm and break into the almost subtropical apartment.The pale vertical blinds shifted open as heated air blew up from one of the vents below, a band of light opening up and leaking out into the night, or vice versa, the movement creating, for a moment, an unnoticed connection between two worlds. One of life and warmth, and one of darkness, turbulence, and bitter cold.But that was their lot. Their glimpse into the life of Gunner Jäger was a fleeting one, as one by one they were blown sideways by the high winds, lost souls driven back out into the night and ever onward.Perhaps they just wanted to watch some hockey. And who could blame them.Bare feet padded across the coolness of smooth tiles, making short work of the space between the kitchen and the living room to where the ceramic floor gave wa

POV: Khyle"Well that was interesting."Khyle's head shot up from where he'd hunched closer to his phone. He turned and craned his neck to see Shane gazing cheerfully down at him from over his shoulder."Mind your own." Khyle started to grumble. He had reflexively drawn his phone toward his chest when he was startled, but the weight of it was suddenly gone from his hands, and his head whipped in the other direction."What the hell?!" he snapped, face the picture of furious. "Give it back. Now," he growled. He made to grab for it, but it had already been passed quickly down the table and far out of his reach."Holy shit! You got Gunner Jäger sext messaging you?"Khyle cringed. The voice belonged to Mack, his eyes wide with manic joy as he speed-scrolled through Khyle's very personal messages."Dude! Pass that over!" Logan leaned out of his chair, excitement in his voice singing of potential mischief. Khyle felt the urge to drop his head on the table. The phone was tossed and caught, Lo

POV: GunnerIt was well after noon when Gunner's day finally began to get as interesting as his night had been.He'd finished his morning workout, showered, dressed, then gathered his hockey bag and set it by the door. With energy to spare.He'd slept well. Really well.He didn't exactly stop afterward to ponder where that had come from. Or when imagining had become better than the real thing.It was good. That was enough.He hadn't even had the energy to do little more than kick his sweats off with a handful of bunched-up tissues before he'd closed his eyes and passed right out. The tissues were still in a dried clump on the bedside table when he woke up, right where he'd tossed them. Right beside his phone. He'd gone for that first thing.He felt himself wake in a hurry. Turned out he'd gotten another text from Khyle late last night, sometime after he'd fallen asleep. So he'd missed it. Shame. But the text was there, on his phone, when he'd risen and scrolled, naked and yawning and

POV: KhyleNow, there were moments in a young man's life, such as Khyle's, where he felt he had a relative handle on things. Like the good ones, where he passed a test, nailed an interview, made the team, or even had a deep nod of respect from his crazy father.Or the great ones, where he fixed his little sister's bike and then watched her pedal off down the road like she was driving a brand new Ferrari.And then there were those other more disturbing occasions, the ones where his world promptly did an awkward sideways turn. And Khyle was left wondering just one thing. What the hell had just happened? No, really.He'd made a serious decision last night. Several in fact. First and foremost, the whole feelings for someone who could never reciprocate thing was wearing thin fast. That infuriating enforcer slash man-child addiction needed to go. Khyle had to get his head out of the clouds and back into the game. That was a given. Allowing Gunner Jäger to get under his skin as easily as he c