Clueless Puckboy

QUINN

Straining my groin is bad enough. It puts my hockey career, my future, but even worse, my dignity on the line.

Having to get massages in that area from Vance Landon, one of the team trainers, is mortifying.

It's impossible to hide my feelings toward him. If my constant blushing and bumbling doesn't give it away, my body does.

It's getting to the point where I wonder if hockey is even worth the embarrassment.

Trying to avoid him only makes him seek me out more. He's determined to rehab my i...