I sought out Kaden, the other teammate who’d witnessed my transgression. He shrugged, not willing to commit his support to me, and gave me his back as he made a production of digging for something in his locker.

I hadn’t been on this team for twenty-four hours, and I was already a pariah.

Easton, the one guy who always had my back no matter what, hadn’t shown up yet, nor had Jock. I debated on whether to apologize and grovel for forgiveness in private or in front of everyone. I opted for the public approach since this had been made into a team matter, not a personal matter. Besides, a public apology gave him less opportunity to beat the crap out of me again.

I sat down at my locker and worked on wrapping a stick. Our equipment guys would do that for me, but right now, I needed the distraction. No one was talking to me. I was persona non grata, and they treated me as if I didn’t exist. I didn’t blame them. They’d had months to gel as a team, and now I came along, the guy who violated the code, and they didn’t trust me as a person or a teammate. Even my Puck Brothers avoided me.

The door opened. I didn’t need to look up to know Jock had entered the room. The place was quieter than a morgue, and the atmosphere became as cold and oppressive as the gray skies outside. I sucked in a breath and forced my gaze off my stick and onto my teammate. He was stomping across the room toward me. His hands were fisted, and his face was contorted in rage. I’d played for a month with Jock, our backup goalie, and he’d always been the consummate professional, never once showing an ounce of emotion. He sure as hell was making up for it now.

I stood quickly because no one bluffed well sitting down. I wasn’t keen on sporting a left black eye to match my right one. “Jock, please, hear me out,” I pleaded, throwing every smidgeon of pride in the garbage and resorting to begging. “I’m sorry, buddy. Truly sorry.”

“Fucking bullshit. You aren’t my buddy.”

“It was one night. I didn’t know she was married to you.” Warning sirens rang in my head, but I didn’t heed them. I’d never been smart enough to back away from a fight.

“To me? So if she’d been married to someone other than a teammate, that’d be okay with you?” Jock stopped in front of me, his blue eyes stormy with rage and his entire body vibrating with barely contained murderous intent.

“Uh, no.”

“She called me this morning. She said you two didn’t do anything. That you gave her a ride home from the bar because she was too drunk to drive. The bars close at one, so I’m finding that story hard to believe.”

I was struck speechless. By the look on my face, Jock had to know I’d fucked her.