“Did you order delivery?” Dusty gulped downhis coffee.
“No, the security camera showed somebody dropping this off.” She held up a package.
We had security cameras?
“Oooh. It’s our shirts, but they don’t have the nicknames on them. I asked my cousin, who works at my brother-in-law’s print shop, to make them for us real quick, so that we’d have them for today.” I stopped making burritos, grabbed the package, and opened it.
Inside were fivePack Himboshirts and I handed them out.
“Thank you.” Hale gave me a kiss as he put his on.
“These are great,” Fiona added
“Nobody will see them with our jackets on,” Saoirse pointed out.
“You’re right. But everyone will see them at brunch.” My timer went off.
I quickly finished making the burritos and put them on the counter.
“Here’s breakfast. I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you at the game?” I gave Hale and Fiona kisses and grabbed a breakfast burrito.
Time to go make some kids very happy.
Chapter Forty-Five
Dusty
I stole the puck and sped down the ice. As usual, I was shirtless but still wearing pads in my team colors.
The Knights came after me. The sold-out crowd in the temporary bleachers cheered. Roganfort Center was still decorated for the holidays with lots of lights and greenery.
I passed the puck to my teammate, Will, before Anders, of the Knights, could take it from me. He immediately changed directions and went after Will.
Will shot it into the net as Double D, the Knight’s big omega goalie, went full butterfly, trying to stop it. His face went puzzled.
The ref came over to take a look. The puck was under his butt, counting as a goal. The temporary scoreboard lit up.
We were now 1-2 and it was almost the end of the first period. It was all in fun. The rules were a little different than PHL, to make things a little safer.
The charity the Box Munchers were playing for helped families with sick children manage the expenses of staying near them. Some of those families were here, as were a number of kids from the Squires. The children would participate in activities during theintermission.
“Good job, Will. Glad to see being on set all the time hasn’t made you soft,” I teased.
Will rolled his eyes. He played a Defender League character known as The Night–a misanthropic, eccentric, billionaire playboy philanthropist, who also helped protect New York City at night. I’d cosplayed him last summer at a comic convention because it was funny.
Our celebrity coach changed our lines. The Box Munchers had a roster much bigger than most recreational teams, because a lot of our team traveled for work. Most everyone had come into town for this, and our roster was comparable to the Knights.
I went out over the temporary boards and watched the Knights almost score again before the buzzer indicated intermission.
We left the ice so that the kids could play games during intermission. One of my songs blasted. Two skate smash teams climbed over the boards. I laughed as I put on my skate guards and looked for my pack, since a lot of my teammates had scattered.
My family was here but it looked like they went to get snacks. I could use a snack.
“Are you enjoying the game?” I asked. Saoirse looked sleek and sophisticated as usual in her trench coat, but she was wearing the purple hat I got her.
“Who are they?” Fiona’s eyes were riveted, not on the black, red, and white uniforms of the Manhattan Maimers, but of the purple and white uniforms of the other team, who were all physically smaller.
I caught the familiar logo and grinned at her. “Those are the Brooklyn Blankets. They are our local, all-omega, semi-pro skate smash league. You played skate smash at the academy, right? You should look into them. It could be fun. Make some friends, get exercise,” I threw out.
