Goal Chaser

Stacey Lynn

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Goal Chaser

Las Vegas Vipers Book Five

Stacey Lynn

Goal Chaser

Las Vegas Vipers Series

Book Five

Stacey Lynn

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Epilogue

Thank you

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Kane

I stepped off the ice and tapped Ryder Bromann’s stick as he passed me. “You looked good out there today.”

Our new defenseman, traded from Florida to take Max Mikolajczyk’s spot on the team when he retired last month, was a good guy. An even better player. He played hard and clean but wasn’t afraid to throw his body around to protect his teammates when needed.

But he wasn’t Max, and we all felt that loss like a limb. Particularly the first line. Most especially, me, since I was named captain after he retired. We all liked Ryder, but there was still something missing. A flash of excitement, an expediency Max always brought to the game and forced us to rise up to meet. He’d been one hell of a captain and now that burden to lead, encourage, and excite fell on me.

And I wasn’t getting the job done.

“Thanks. Let’s hope I look as good when games start.”

I stopped him outside the locker room. Most of the guys were already in, but I pulled us to the side as Alix stomped up to us on his skates.

“Hey, Halvrick.” I shoved my hand to his chest, stopping him. “You know what we need?”

He took off his helmet and wiped sweat off his forehead. “Someone to kick our asses into high-speed gear?”

Definitely that. We were playing well. But not fast enough. Not good enough. We’d gone out last season in the playoffs earlier than we wanted, but as the previous season’s champions, we all wanted that cup in our arena long-term. The addition of Bromann, and the loss of Max, had stalled us.

“Clubbing night. Not a chill night at Joey’s bar, but a good night.”

Alix’s eyes gleamed. The man could party. Typically, not my gig, but hell. For the team, as their captain, I’d do it.