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“Yup, but I have the code.” I punch it in and the door unlocks.
Being the captain has its perks and responsibilities. If I notice someone needs extra work, I have permission to give them extra ice time. It also means I’m expected to notice those things.
“Come on Alex, we’ll get you some gear to use,” I say as we start toward the locker room when a knock at the glass window of the door makes all of us jump.
I take notice of Lenny’s hand gripping my forearm for dear life. But it immediately drops once she sees there’s nothing to be afraid of.
“It’s just Luca,” I grumble.
Last I saw, he was flirting with some chick at the rink so I left him there.
“I can’t believe you left without me. I’m your best defender!” Luca announces as he comes through the door.
“Hey, watch it,” Greg warns, but both of them walk side by side to the locker room.
“Did you plan this?” Lenny eyes me.
“What? We always do this!” I smirk and drape my arm over Alex to bring him down to the lockers.
We get on some practice gear and I give Alex some extras we find that fit him. Most of our regular gear is all packed up and ready to go on the road first thing Monday. We’re left with some extra pads and helmets, but it’s enough for a good scrimmage. We even throw on some practice jerseys, giving Alex the away one.
Lenny is typing away on her phone when we come back out.
She’s got that adorable determined look on her face. The same one she had when she wrote the article I interviewed for.
My dick stirs at the memory of her naked and typing away at her desk.
Not now, Nick.
Friends first. I gotta keep it in my pants.
“Alright, first show us how fast you can skate,” I tell Alex to do sprints and let out a loud whistle for him to start.
The rest of us watch from the bench. He’s fast. The kid skates well.
Lenny is watching intently as he goes from goal line to goal line.
“Short sprints, blue to blue!” I instruct him to test his movements.
“He’s got the speed,” Greg says, watching Alex quickly go from line to line.
This isn’t a full practice so I whistle again for him to stop. He’s barely worked up a sweat. His breathing is even, and no sign of distress. Looks like he has some stamina too.
I’d like to really test him out, but we don’t have all night.
I get in the goal crease as Greg lines up some pucks for him, some closer and others further away.
Stick in hand and I can see the nerves starting to show on him. Alex has that fear in his eyes. The same fear Lenny gets when she’s about to break down.
The first shot goes wide to the right, next one to the left.
Alex takes a minute, shaking off the last two shots.
I can see the sweat forming on his brow, he starts off good, and then there’s a hesitation. I move and the puck hits the top rail.
Lenny looks on, worried and frustrated for him.
“C’mon kid, you can do better than that.” Greg circles around him.
