Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Josh Callahan, a new winger from Dallas who hit like a freight train.
Josh was tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky drawl that said Texas before he even opened his mouth. His hair was sandy blond, sticking up like he'd run a hand through it one too many times, and a faded tattoo ran down the inside of one forearm. He wore his confidence like armor, but there was an easy warmth to him too, the kind that made you want to follow him into a fight.
Josh bumped his fist to Noah's shoulder. “Don’t worry, rookie. If Coach hasn’t run you into the ground yet, you’re doing fine.”