“You have?” Jock seemed surprised, but I’d already guessed by their expressions they’d seen it. “I spoke with my attorney, and he called hers immediately. We’re demanding she take down the video if she wants some of the items she’s demanding in the divorce. I think it’ll be down shortly.”

“Thank God,” I said with relief. “Do we know if it’s leaked anywhere yet?”

“We’re keeping an eye on it, but so far, everything is quiet.” Gorst didn’t look happy about this, and I knew I had one more mark against me, all because of one stupid night with a woman I didn’t know was married to a teammate. Gorst’s expression softened as he focused his attention from me to Jock. “How are you holding up?”

Jock did a double take. Gorst wasn’t the touchy-feely type who asked about our feelings. He was all about hockey and expected us to be the same during the season. I wondered if the guy had ever had a wife or girlfriend. No one ever mentioned it. As far as I knew, he was married to the team.

“I’m good,” Jock said. “I’m sorry my wife is causing so many problems for the team. I’m doing what I can to extract her from my life as quickly as possible.”

Gorst nodded. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

On that note, he stood. So did Coop and Ice. They filed out of the room, and Jock remained seated. I did too, sensing he had more to say on the subject.

“I know we have our differences, but for the good of the team, we have to put them aside. I don’t have to like you to play hockey with you.”

I nodded. He wasn’t saying what I wanted to hear exactly. I’d have preferred some acknowledgment that he believed I hadn’t known who Bria was, but I wasn’t going to get that from him right now, if ever.

Jock left the room, and I sat there for a while longer before my stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten since dinner yesterday. Even better, Geneva might be there, and I needed to see her more than ever, even if I didn’t talk to her.

I headed for breakfast.

~~Axel~~

I entered the large banquet room where the team would have a huge breakfast buffet laid out. Even though it was only Tuesday, and we didn’t play again until Thursday, there wasn’t time to fly cross-country to Seattle and back. So, we’d chill in Miami for a few days.

When I walked into the banquet room, several heads turned toward me, and the jabbering faded away. I skirted past one long table full of teammates to get to the buffet table.

What a douche.

I snapped my head around, trying to locate the source of that remark, but every guy had his head buried in their breakfasts. Well, fuck, someone on or associated with the team had seen the video, and it’d spread through my teammates like wildfire. Probably one of the WAGs. While I liked most of them, there were a few who were gossips and troublemakers, along with a couple of my teammates.