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not a spinster. And I don’t want to get laid by some college boy. I want a man.”
    “I’m still a boy,” he said, avoiding her defenses with his quicker hands.
    She gave up and reached down, grabbing him. “I’d say this makes you a man.”
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    Randi wasn’t at the arena when the bus pulled up. Connor pulled his hood up as he stepped off the bus to keep the falling snow out of his eyes. His teammates milled around, talking about getting beer or heading downtown after they unloaded their travel bags. Some of the guys wanted him to go with them, but he told them he was feeling woozy from the painkillers Griff had given him after a fight during Saturday night’s game. As the bags came out of the bus’ cargo compartments, each player grabbed his bag, grouped up, and headed toward the parking garage.
    Connor stood in the snow until he was the last one left other than the driver. He wanted to go downtown and forget about everything for a while. He would have no problem getting his drink on, meeting a girl, sometimes two, and get them to give him a ride back to his apartment. When they came in, they would always remark about his lack of furniture, and he would always joke that the bed would hold two comfortably. Three on one of those rare but lucky occasions.
    He still felt like shit about the way he’d treated Randi. He felt like an even bigger asshole when he decided she didn’t meet him at the bus because she was just too ditzy, too forgetful. Not that Connor was the brightest tooth in the smile, or a great conversationalist. Most of the women in his life knew that he was aloof, good in bed, but not much to talk to.
    It wasn’t that Connor didn’t possess intelligence, he just felt like he had nothing to talk about with most of the women. The few that he felt comfortable enough with to see more than once or twice were married or had boyfriends. They would never alert him to this fact until after they were relaxing after climax. He was fairly sure if they’d mentioned it before hopping into his bed that he wouldn’t have cared any more than he did when told after. Connor didn’t have a problem sleeping with a married woman, but he knew better than to try and have any kind of relationship with one.
    He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts. He could call Randi, but he wouldn’t. Petre was the only person that caught his eye as he scrolled through the list a third time. Connor preferred to never mix his business and pleasure, and for the most part, he stuck to his guns. His employment with Mr. Ojacarcu was just a job. He didn’t socialize with his coworkers on that side of the business any more than necessary. However, Petre and Vadim were two that he sometimes spent his leisure time with, though he kept it limited. It was better if Mr. Ojacarcu knew very little about his private life, his friends, his girlfriends.
    “Da,” Petre’s voice said.
    “You busy?” Connor asked him, feeling the phone grow cold around his face.
    “No way, Jose,” Petre said, pronouncing Jose with a hard ‘juh’ sound.
    “I need a ride home if you can pull yourself away from looking at Ukrainian porn,” Connor said.
    “You are at arena?”
    “Da,” Connor said with his intentionally awful Romanian accent.
     
    *****
     
    Connor woke when the girl, Theresa, if he remembered right, turned over and put her head on his chest. His mouth felt like someone had poured mud and ashes into it. He extracted himself from her and made his way to the bathroom. As he stood in front of the toilet, he smiled, remembering how Petre had talked him into going out for a drink. They avoided the downtown scene and went to a sports bar in Meridian. Neither had been to the place before, but within an hour, as new patrons would come in, they would be told by others that Connor Dunsmore was gracing them with his presence.
    A few would trickle by every couple of minutes, most just saying hi and shaking his left hand,