A hockey player and a beaver walk into a bar…
I’m not a real beaver. I just play one for the Bloomburg Aspens. You’d be surprised how many times I need to clarify that.
It’s not a traditional job, but between my yoga studio and playing the beaver, it pays the bills. The beaver mascot gig also comes with one rule: Don’t reveal my identity to anyone.
Which wasn’t a big deal until I met this guy at the bar. A hot guy with a shy smile and a huge…wood. Lukas Pine. A hockey player for the Bloomburg Aspens.
He was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but we keep finding each other. Usually with our clothes off. In my defense, I had to tell him. You should know you’re sleeping with the team mascot.
Especially when the players aren’t supposed to know who I am. Lukas is more than happy to keep it a secret, but there’s a new problem.
We’re not very good at hiding it. And that’s when I learn riding pine isn’t always fun.
