(Slade’s POV)
The locker room was loud when I walked in, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat. I still felt the heat of Aspen’s skin through my jersey. I still saw her eyes when I tugged Ryder’s off her.
Ryder was the first to open his mouth.
“There he is,” he said. “Captain of dramatic gestures.”
Frasier smirked from across the room. “Half the arena saw you rip my man’s jersey off that girl.”
I dropped onto the bench and started pulling off my gloves. “Drop it.”
Ryder leaned in. “You did not look like you wanted to drop anything when she walked toward you. You ripped my name right off her.”
My jaw tightened. “It was a problem.”
Ryder laughed. “Yeah, yeah. The problem was that she was wearing my name.”
I gave him a look that shut him up fast.
“I don’t share,” I said.
Frasie
