Kane’s POV
We won, we f.ucking won! Five goals to two, my anger is gone as I pull off my skates, grab my towel and head into the showers to clean up. Honestly, as soon as I turned in my seat in the penalty box and saw Brandy watching me, the vicious roar in my ears started to ebb away. Then, when she asked if I was OK, something that felt like the feeling I get when I step on the ice washed over me, calming me further.
‘Hey Grim, you hitting the bar tonight, right?’ Dalton calls out to me from his shower stall as I step into the small cubicle, turn on the water, and lean forward to wash the soap from my hair, his words pulling me from my thoughts and kicking my ass into starting to wash my hair.
As I scrub the shampoo through my hair, I open my mouth to reply with a hell f.ucking yeah,
