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“Do you even know how to skate?”

“No.”

Reid licks his bottom lip, and I watch his tongue disappear into his presumptuous mouth. “What can you do?”

“Whatever you want. I’m handy.”

He glides closer, and goosebumps instantly prick at my skin. That didn’t come out right, and my brain went to the dirty version. “No juice boxes before or during practice. They need water. No snacks. They’re going to get cramps. If you wanna give them out after a good practice, then they’re all yours.”

“That’s all?” That’s too easy and…easy. “Don’t I get a whistle or something?”

“For what?”

I lift my shoulders. “I dunno. What do you do with yours?”

“I don’t have one.”

Right, because your mouth is louder than one.

“Well, if I had one, I could blow it to let you know when it’s about ten minutes before the kids have to leave.” Reid looks vacantly at me as though that’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard. But he doesn’t wear a watch, so someone has to keep tabs on the time. He’ll thank me later.

“Will that make you feel significant here?” he solicits flatly.

Geez.

“Yes.”

I see his chest rise, but he doesn’t exhale. “Alright. Whatever you want, Shorty. Pick one up, and don’t get carried away.”

My lips coil upward. “What else can I do?”

“Don’t get carried away,” he repeats, pushing back on the ice to skate away. “We’ll see how you do with that first.”

Whatever.

“What about Andy?”

Reid smirks, then says. “What about him?”

My eyes narrow in on the hockey god on the ice. “You have to let him play.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

“His parents are going to wonder what’s wrong and what happened—”

“I’d be more than happy to tell them what happened. If the kid is going to cry, he’s not going to make it in hockey.” I open my mouth to advise that these kids are elementary school kids when he pipes in, “Why don’t you go talk to Weston about it? Maybe he can make a hockey change.”

I’m not going to bother Weston about something like this just yet when I think Reid is trying to prove a point.

Besides, I’m not sure why Reid doesn’t like Weston so much already. He’s done a ton of things for the kids. Yeah, he’s not down here often, but he’s only one guy. I’ve been trying my best, so having Reid here is seriously a blessing.

I've never been a girl who is into sports, and I never thought I would do something like this, but I love kids and also wanted to challenge myself.

What could be better than kids and hockey?

It couldn’t be that hard to pick up, and I could make a difference here. My work at home is lonely at times. As a graphic designer, everything is done over the phone and email. My sister told me I was beginning to turn into a troll even though I go out from time to time with her.

I don’t know; it stuck with me, and I didn’t want my life to pass me by, so here I am.

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