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“I guess he’s all right. Personally, I’m done with hockey players. He’s all yours.”
“But are you coming?”
“I don’t know. I have to be at my lab in the morning.”
“There’s never a better time to get back on the horse, you know?” She gave me a serious look.
Jeez. Did everyone know about my freakin’ wedding disaster?
Well, I certainly wasn’t going to talk about it to someone I’d only known for three days.
“Who else is going?” I asked instead.
“I think the whole volunteer staff from the camp and some of their significant others. There’s about twelve of us so far.”
“Let me think about it,” was all I said.
I rarely went out, but I was hungry. It couldn’t hurt to have a beer, some chicken wings and hang out with the other volunteers.
“Is my dad going?” I asked suddenly.
“Oh. No, he said he had to go home.”
Thank god.
The last thing I wanted to do was hang out with my dad right now. If I had to listen to him tell me how much Jarvis missed me one more time, I might vomit.
I probably should have gone home too, but the rumbling in my stomach reminded me there wasn’t much in the way of groceries there. And I was starving after all the skating I’d done tonight.
“I guess I can go for one beer,” I said at last.
“Awesome! You can be my wingman.” She paused. “Wing-girl. Wing-person?”
“You’ll probably be sorely disappointed in my wing-person skills,” I said, chuckling.
“Can’t be worse than my flirting skills.”
Yeah, it could.
CHAPTERFIVE
Boone
“You’re looking betterevery day, man,” I told my teammate Sawyer on our drive to Harley’s. “Saw you smoking those seven-year-olds on skating drills.”
“Fuck you,” he said smoothly. “It’s not easy coming back when you become one with your couch for as long as I did.”
Sawyer was in a bad place following his wife’s death—drinking so much we’d had to hold a minor interventionbut he’d finally pulled himself back up and reentered the land of the living. He was practicing and traveling with the team again but hadn’t returned to games yet.
“We’re gonna put that little guy Teddy in goal at the next youth practice and let you take some shots,” Nash said to Sawyer.
“The five-year-old?” I furrowed my brow. “I don’t know if Sawyer’s ready for that, man.”
Nash shrugged. “Well, it’ll either build Sawyer’s confidence or Teddy’s.”
From the passenger seat, Sawyer held up both middle fingers, making sure Nash saw them from the driver’s seat and I saw them from the back seat. It was damn good to see some life in him again, and I knew he’d be back in fighting form soon. In the meantime, we made fun of him because that was what teammates did.
“Speaking of confidence,” Nash said, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror, “you’ve got nads of steel talking to Gizzard’s daughter so much.”
