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pounds.”
    “That’s leftover baby fat,” he snarled, his fist beginning to renovate the wall where the team picture hung.
    “Your youngest kid is thirty-four,” I pointed out. Then I was shown out.
    Turning and listening in the corridor, I heard something taking place that sounded a good deal like a tornado having anal sex with a hurricane. Shit bounced off walls. Glass shattered. Cursing in at least three different languages occurred. Smiling at the ease with which one man could lose his mind, I turned around and went chin-to-forehead with the Rumpelstiltskin of ice hockey.
    Fuck, but his mouth was tempting. Pity it was drawn up into a half-assed grin. He extended his gloved hand. I looked down at it blankly.
    “Daniel Arou,” he said, shaking his hand at me. “I’m one of the alternate team captains, so it’s my job to welcome all new players to the Cougars.”
    “Look, Arrow—”
    “No, not Arrow, ah-roux ,” he said, while the rest of the team filed off the ice. I guessed practice was over. “ Ah-roux . Ah as in the sound you make when you understand something. Oh! I’m sorry. You don’t make that sound too often, do you, Kalinski?”
    “Is that a fucking Polack joke?” I asked, wondering which pretty blue eye to blacken first. Laughter at my expense reverberated off the nicely painted walls. Each of those walking scrotums was being mentally tagged, rest assured.
    “Do you think it is? I can get you a chair to sit in while you figure it out.”
    Having decided on his merry left eye, since I’m a righty, I drew back and popped the smug little gnome in the face. Arou staggered back toward the wall, bouncing off a soda machine. I raised both fists. The team as a whole closed in on me.
    “No, it’s okay!” the midget shouted. The wall of bodies parted as if Chuck Heston had done his Red Sea shtick. I kept my eye on Edgar Winterson, a hulking Swedish enforcer who cruised the ice like a Zamboni. Arou wiggled through the tightly packed horde, his cheek covered with blood where my fist had split the skin. “I was taunting him.” He smiled, then patted my shoulder. “I’d say he owed me a good one, wouldn’t you, guys?”
    They murmured and scratched their chins, their heads going dully up and down. Fucking A. No wonder Lambert couldn’t get a winning streak longer than his dick. These guys were nose-picking morons. Except for Arou. You could see the intelligence in those blue eyes of his. Well, you could see it in the one eye that was visible. The other was swelling rather nicely, despite the glancing shot. I blew on my knuckles as if they were a smoking gun, then slowly lowered my fists.
    “You’re so short you could milk a cow standing up,” I said.
    Arou snorted, clapped me on the back, then walked off with the odd gait all men skating on carpet have. His girlfriends followed him.
    “Nice to have you back, Kalinski. See you bright and early tomorrow!” he shouted over his shoulder. I flipped him off. That amused him greatly. Folding my arms over my chest, I wondered just what kind of an asscake Daniel Arou was.

Chapter Two
     
    I found a nice hotel that had a good view of Cayuga Lake. There was no point in looking to rent or sublet something. The ink on the lease wouldn’t be dry before I was heading back home. Standing at the sliding doors with a cup of hot chocolate, I stared at the lake. It was beginning to ice over already. One hell of a cold winter was on its way. Sipping and watching ice form wasn’t cutting it. I thought about heading out to find a club. I was fidgety. If I could work off this weird unease with a good screw, my head would be clearer tomorrow. I put the empty cocoa mug on the bedside table. If I could find something fine like Arou, I’d…
    I got as far as pulling my coat over my right arm before I ceased functioning. What the fuck had I just been thinking? I threw the coat onto the bed and stripped quickly. My cock was not only stiff, it was pulsing. Fuck. I