Page 6 of Daddies on Ice

But Tish has real goals.

She wants to start her own business and provide her daughter with the best possible life.

She’s said, on more than one occasion, that she doesn’t want a boyfriend. He would just get in her way.

Plus, she has to be careful who she brings around Becky and she just doesn’t have the time to put so much effort into a relationship.

That works great for Trent. He likes that she’s not looking because he doesn’t have to play the big brother and scare her dates into behaving.

Looking at my phone, I realize I really am running late to meet up with Jake. Turning off the engine, I get out, lock my car, then walk into the clubhouse.

The Thunderwolves’ clubhouse is more than just a place to hang out. We have a private ice rink and weight room.

There’s also offices, a clubhouse to hang out and visit, complete with a cafeteria, and even a small medical area in case anyone gets hurt practicing or working out.

I head to the weight room, which is more like a medium-sized gym.

It has pretty much every piece of equipment a hockey player could want or need.

Immediately, I spot Jake. He’s not hard to miss, especially with so many women around him. That’s usually the case.

Jake’s a wizard on the ice, and his good looks make him a fan favorite of the girls.

Although the clubhouse is supposed to be just for team members and staff, somehow the puck bunnies always find a way inside.

Shaking my head in exasperation, a lopsided grin slants my mouth as I walk over to Jake.

“Ash!” he calls out when he sees me. “Come on over, man. We were just talking about you. Well, about your game the other night.”

The two brunette ladies, one on either side of Jake, practically eat me alive with their eyes as I get closer.

Jake hangs his arms loosely draped over their shoulders, a wide grin on his face. It’s all I can do not to scowl at the women as I focus on my teammate.

“Are we still on to workout?” I ask, ignoring the women.

Jake nods, gives each woman a quick kiss on the mouth, then removes his arms from them. They look disappointed for a brief second then turn hopeful eyes to me.

I raise my hands and shake my head. “Sorry, ladies. Gotta hit the gym.”

Both women form a fake pout with their lips.

“Ah, come on, Ash,” the taller woman simpers. “You know what they say about all work and no play.”

“That they don’t miss a goal or get their face smashed into the wall?” I retort.

The women leave, a bit disgruntled, but at least they leave.

“That was a little harsh, don’t you think?” Jake says. “They’re just looking for a good time.”

“Exactly,” I agree as we head to the locker room. “They’re just distractions.”

Jake grins and waggles his eyebrows. “But good distractions.”

Taking my jacket off, I hang it in my locker, then dig in my gym bag for sweats and a t-shirt. Jake is just looking at me, the smile on his face gone.

“One of these days, Jake, one of these women might take things too far. You’d better be careful before you find yourself in trouble.”

Jake frowns. “About that…”