From Your Kiss Is On My List

Mar 07, 2022 12:51 am

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Your Kiss Is On My List

a College Hockey Romance

Hello my romance reading friends!

If you enjoy friends-to-lovers or fake boyfriend romance, you'll love this one! Take a look at the snippet below for a tease. I love Trey, who was a friend of the hero in I Want To Know What Love Is and finds his own way to romance in Your Kiss Is On My List. 💜

Your Kiss Is On My List - a college hockey romance

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

Trey

“You going to eat that food or try to disintegrate it with your eyes?” Majik says.

I snort and fork a heap of her homemade pasta into my mouth. Everything she makes is five star quality.

“Why are you back to campus so soon? It’s not for my cooking,” she says. In spite of her stare, I don’t have an answer. I’m just grateful Majik—otherwise known as Claire Majisky—is always at BMOC House and always happy—no, that’s not right because she never seems happy—more like ready to feed whoever’s here. But I’m surprised she’s calling me on my early return. She usually respects our privacy. I shrug and she accepts my non-answer.

Mom is another matter. She’s pissed that I left the day after Christmas. She didn’t buy my excuse that I had to get back to campus for hockey. The team has the week off. Our games don’t start up again until New Year’s Day. And she knows it.

But I can hardly tell her the real reason I left yesterday is because I didn’t want to run into my kid sister’s best friend, the girl literally next door, because I can’t stand to see her. She’s so… she’s too… … never mind.

Shaking my head, I return my attention to my dish of pasta, and my house mate, Randy—Randall Bane—sitting across the scratched wooden table from me. We keep the old table in the kitchen for when the dining room is too formal. So far we’re the only two back at the house. Technically, Bane never left. He’s from Australia and he just had a kick-ass season as the QB for St. Paul U’s football team. I couldn’t convince him to come home with me for the holiday.

“What’d you do the past two days rattling around BMOC House by yourself?” I ask. He slides a glance at Majik then gives me his arrogant smirk so I know some bullshit is coming.

“Who says I was alone?” I don’t roll my eyes because he’s too broken to ride about his loner status. Not that I should talk. It’s been a month since I spent some time with a girl and longer since I’ve had anything that could pass for a girlfriend relationship.

“He had me for company, didn’t he?” Majik stands with her hands on her massive hips like a sentinel watching over her kingdom. I often speculate that she could probably beat up half the guys in the house—no easy task since we’re a dozen of the top athletes for one of the elite college sports programs in the country. It’s not just that she’s big. It’s more because she’s the toughest woman I’ve ever met—and that includes a couple of lady wrestler when I was on spring break last year licking my wounds about our early exit from the playoffs.

There’s more gray than mousey brown in Majik’s short stubby ponytail, but she’s as implacable as she was the day I moved in and still more intimidating than coach Maroni, St. Paul U’s hockey coach, and he has a good ten years on her. They both have that craggy old toughness that comes with age and wisdom and not giving a shit.

Since Bane isn’t embellishing his story, and I know better than to wait for Majik to carry on a conversation, I throw down another mouthful of pasta. The only person less talkative than her is Coach. And in spite of that he’s a high impact guy. I’ll miss him when I’m gone and I’m fucking glad I’ll be leaving before he does.

All the guys on the hockey team held their breath before the season, hoping the old goat would stick around one more year. But he promised one more year when he dubbed me captain. He also assigned me with the mission of winning the Frozen Four tournament this year. Said he wanted to go out on top.

No pressure there. None at all.

But coach knows I want to make it to the NHL bad and he knows every scout around the league, some of them from when they were players. No coach in the college ranks is more respected. I’ve done well, but I’m not MVP of the league and we missed the Final Four last year so I can use all the good mojo I can get. We need to win the Frozen Four this year. For coach and for the team, to continue the St. Paul U legacy. And for my fucking future in hockey. So I have a fucking future in hockey. Since I don’t have much of a plan B.

Gotta pour everything you have into what you want and never mind with the back-up plan. If you plan for failure you will fail. Dad’s words of wisdom repeated often enough through my youth so I hear them running through my head like the background music of my life, underscoring everything.

I’m about to put the last forkful of pasta in my mouth when I hear the front door open followed immediately by a familiar shout.

“Anybody home? Trey, where are you?” Louise?

“Who’s that?” Bane checks with me and I’m wondering what the hell my sister is doing here. My first thought is that mom sent a care package. We only live a two-hour drive away in the Boston area although most of the time it feels like a world away. Thank fuck.

“In the kitchen Louise. And you’d better be bearing gifts.” I say to Bane, “My sister.” He nods.

“Don’t call me Louise you know I hate that.” Her voice closes in and I hear her coming through the hall, but there are two pairs of footsteps. She’s not alone. Fuck. And then I hear the laugh, confirming my worst fear.

It’s not Lou’s laugh. And even though I haven’t heard it in three years because I’ve gone out of my way to avoid her, I would know that laugh anywhere. That's the s my kid sister's best friend, Danielle Innocent.

I wonder how innocent she is now? Fuck. I give myself a mental slap. Don't go there. Didn't I learn my lesson three years ago--the hard way?

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At SQ's House

More birthday celebrations, this time with friends on the coast of Maine (I'm on the left) 💜 🥳🎂😋

Meanwhile, renovations at the house are moving ahead at lightning speed! The kitchen should be done by the end of next week--look for a photo to come...

Any projects going on at your house? How are you faring with construction?

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