Sweater Weather

SWEATER WEATHER AN FU HOCKEY BOOK MANDI BECK Sweater Weather Copyright 2023 by Mandi Beck Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs Cover Photo: Lauren Perry, Perrywinkle Photography Copy Editor: Jenny Simms, Edits 4 Indies Copyright Law: If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, this book has been pirated and you are stealing. Please delete it from your device and support the author by purchasing a legal copy. All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under the copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the above copyright owner of this book or publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked statue and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. CONTENTS Also by Mandi Beck 1. Levi 2. Levi 3. Saffie 4. Levi 5. Saffie 6. Levi 7. Saffie 8. Levi 9. Levi 10. Saffie 11. Levi 12. Saffie 13. Levi 14. Levi 15. Saffie 16. Saffie 17. Levi 18. Levi 19. Levi 20. Saffie 21. Levi 22. Saffie 23. Levi 24. Levi 25. Saffie 26. Levi 27. Saffie 28. Levi 29. Saffie 30. Levi 31. Saffie 32. Levi 33. Saffie Epilogue More from Mandi Beck Acknowledgments About the Author To Ran, always. And to all of my readers. This story has been a long time coming. Thank you for sticking with me. ALSO BY MANDI BECK FU Hockey Series Sin Bin Arena Lights Sweater Weather Caged Love Love Hurts Love Burns Wrecked Series Stoned Rhythm Sugar Cherry Falls Series 1228 Wanderlust Lane 1026 Wild Way Standalone Twisted “Again.” - Herb Brooks 1 LEVI Bodies. Wall-to-wall bodies. Writhing. Grinding. Leaning. Dancing bodies. Some in way fewer clothes than Boston in January calls for, but I am in no way complaining. With a drink in hand, I make my way through the crowd to my kitchen. "Yo, Sexton! What's up, my man?" Murphy James—my friend, roommate, and the best damn goalie in the division—greets me. "You see your sisters and their friends?" He bites down on one of his knuckles. Homeboy has it bad for my little sisters’ best friend. As long as it's not Millie, I'll let him live. I'm already down one roommate who thought it would be cool to date one of my sisters. I can't handle any more of that shit right now. "No. What the fuck are they even doing here? You invite them, or did Benny?" The guilty-as-hell look on his face gives me my answer. "I might have told them they could come if they brought Raegan." He shrugs. "Figured Benny would have told Maeve anyway, though," Murph says, referring to our traitor roommate and my other sister. "And did they?" I question. Shaking my head at his dumb ass and trying not to growl at the mention of Benny Hayes and Maeve. Clearly still a wicked-sensitive topic with me. "Oh yeah. And some other chick. Wicked hot, bro. Never seen her before. Cubbie called dibs," Murphy tells me with a grin, knowing damn well that I don't give a fuck what Cubbie calls. Topping off my drink—juice since I gotta be on the ice early—I slap him on the back and go to find my sisters. I know they're safer here in Hockey House than anywhere else on campus, but still. You put a bunch of drunk college boys together, then throw in a set of twins, and you're asking for fucking trouble. Shit goes down at these parties that I like to pretend my little sisters don't know about, let alone participate in. Definitely shit I don't want them to see me participating in. I catch a flash of red hair in the sea of people in the living room and weave my way in that direction, stopping to say hi to people along the way. Some with high-fives and a clap on the back, others with a wink and a slap on the ass. I need to find my sisters and get them out of here. I’m catching serious fuck-me eyes from Nora and her friend. Can’t for the life of me remember her name, but I do remember that she sucks dick like a porn star and that she and Nora are always up for a good time. With that in mind, I point at the ceiling and the bedrooms up there and mouth to Nora, “Later.” I grin when she nods her head. Yeah, my sisters need to go. I don’t care what Benny says. He can go with them. After a few more minutes of searching and stopping, I finally find them in the yard by the bonfire that’s making their red hair look like it’s literally on fire. Coming up behind the pair, I tug on Millie’s ponytail, only knowing it’s her and not Maeve by the number ten on the back of her Fulton University hoodie. The twins are identical. I’m not even sure my mother can tell them apart. Mill whirls around, ready to fight until she sees it’s me. “Levi, you punk! I almost hit you,” she says, shoving my shoulder. “Wouldn’t have hurt, short stack,” I tease before going all serious older brother. “What are you doing here? Does Dad know?” “Hi, Levi,” Maeve says sweetly, squeezing me around the waist. Maeve is sugar, all sweet and pure, whereas Millie is cayenne pepper and just this side of evil, always getting them into some kind of trouble. “Hey, Maevey. Dad and Mom know you’re here?” I question since the evil twin isn’t answering. Plucking the red Solo cup out