Ashton’s POV
'Devil! Off the ice!' Coach barks as I carve the ice underneath my blades, skidding to a stop.
I look up, dread filling me as I see not only the coach and his assistant looking serious, but Trevor and Brandy beside them, the portly PR manager shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as Kane's wife stands a step behind him, arms folded over her protruding bump, her jaw tight with quiet fury.
I push off, cutting an easy line toward them, skates hissing against the ice. As I approach, Kane skates past in front of me, blowing a kiss to the communications manager.
'Love you, Firebug,' he calls out, winking at her. Brandy blushes slightly, a small smile tilting up her lips despite her serious demeanour.
'Grim! Stop flirting with your wife and get back to work,' Coach roars afte
