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That might be a good idea for a follow-up story. I enjoyed the scenes away from the hockey rink more than the sports scenes, so that gives me some ideas about the sort of life you ask about for Noah and Jackson... a bachelor party planned by Ben... the guys adopting a kid who adores hockey but resists any discipline... Ingrid Lindstrom dispensing wisdom as her son negotiates a rocky patch in the relationship. Food for thought.
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I feel seen!
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Jackson The awards ceremony was held three weeks after the Cup Final. We had won the conference. We had not won the Cup. That still hurt. It probably always would. But the season was over, the team had scattered for the summer, and somebody had decided that a ballroom full of hockey players in expensive suits was the appropriate place to hand out awards. I had already collected one. Noah had collected two. He kept looking at them as though someone mig
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The lawyers for some tech company will be at her door any day now looking for their cut of the loot plus penalties, interest and legal fees.
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Those books are annoyingly two-dimensional and generate an annoying amount of cash!
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I imagine that suspicion would run rampant if the bookie wins the jackpot, although I think that is the business model for Las Vegas casinos.
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Noah The locker room was louder than I'd ever heard it. We'd just won Game Seven of the Conference Final. We were going to the Cup Final. Someone had turned the music up so high the speakers were distorting. Water bottles were being sprayed across the room. Eddie had climbed onto a bench and was attempting to lead a chant that nobody else seemed to know the words to. Ben had somehow acquired a pair of sunglasses. It was nearly midnight. Nobody knew where they'd come from. Nob
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Jackson The clock moved painfully slowly at the end of the Conference Championship. Tie game. Seven minutes seventeen seconds remained in the third. I knew the numbers without looking at the scoreboard. I had known them for most of the night. The game had narrowed into the familiar mathematics of elimination hockey. Every shift mattered. Every mistake became permanent. The building was deafening. I could feel the noise through my skates. Chicago had taken the p
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Noah I woke up at seven twelve. For a few seconds, I had no idea where I was. Then I remembered the hotel, the playoff series, the Bay Area, and the fact that Jackson Lemaire had slid into a whole new phase of our relationship a couple of nights before. That last part was still taking some getting used to. I lay there staring at the ceiling. We were together. Apparently. I had spent months failing to notice that I was falling in love with my best friend, and now I was expecte
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Thank you, that was brought to my attention by another alert reader, so I have edited that passage.
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Jackson By the time we finally reached the hotel, it was well after midnight. Weather somewhere between Montreal and California had turned a five-hour flight into something much longer. We'd circled once outside San Francisco, diverted south to refuel, sat on the tarmac while another line of storms shuffled past, then finally lumbered north again. Normally a delay like that would have left the cabin full of complaints. Instead, everyone had simply run out of energy. Ben had
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Noah The first shift told me everything I needed to know. Jackson carried the puck through the neutral zone. Before he'd reached the red line, one Montreal forward stepped towards him. Nothing unusual. The second one cheated in his direction too. Not enough to leave his assignment. Just enough. Jackson chipped the puck deep anyway. Their defense recovered it comfortably. Interesting. The next shift it was my turn. I circled low through our zone, picked up speed and hit the middle
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Chaos gremlin Ben should always concern us! My interpretation is that Ben is reading the body language and sees that his "plan" is working out, so he doesn't need to stir the pot as much. More will come from him later.
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Well! That was a missed opportunity for an "I-just-wanted-to-bring-you-some-soup-do-you-want-to-snog?" conversation.
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--- Jackson The trainers cleared me that morning. "Full contact," Melissa said, handing back my chart. "No restrictions." I nodded. "Thanks." She looked at me for a moment. "Don't try to make up for lost time." "I wouldn't." She smiled in a way that suggested she didn't believe me for a second. --- Walking back into the dressing room felt oddly unfamiliar. It had only been a couple of weeks. Long enough for routines to shift. Long enough to re
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A wonderful story written with great panache. It was an era that now seems more innocent yet at the same time more complicated than the present. As others have commented, I would welcome a longer time with Owen and Randy's adventures!
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Noah "The biscotti has nothing to do with it." I nearly ran into Emily the Intern, with her hair up in a bun clutching a clipboard and two binders to her chest like armor. "Sorry!" she squeaked. I smiled at her. "It was my fault. Wasn't watching where I was going." She blinked, looking from me to Jackson. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. She looked at me. Looked at Jackson. Then back again. Her eyes widened. "Oh." Her jaw dropped. "Oh
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Hmmm... grown-ups? Maybe?
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Eight more chapters to go!
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Jackson I deliberately took my time packing. Not enough for anyone to notice. Just... A little. Helmet into the bag. Gloves. Tape. Check the edge on one skate. Retie the drawstring. Entirely normal things. Across the dressing room Noah appeared to have discovered an extraordinary number of equally important tasks. He retaped the knob of his stick. Filled his water bottle. Watched one more video clip on his tablet. Walked over to ask Rick something about... something. Rick answered. Noa
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Initiate the concussion protocol stat! I'm not sure we want to use Ben as a yentl though. That seems be be a lot of power to invest in the resident troublemaker.
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That reminds me of an on-line exchange about one of Stephen King's novels. Someone posted a theory, King came back with a rejoinder, the original poster responded, "Have you even read the book, bro?"
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I don't know if it is still true, but at one time, there was more commentary on Shakespeare than on any other author. My professor for a survey course on the tragedies opened the first day of class by telling us we did not need to use any footnotes in our essays since if he couldn't tell what sources we had read he wasn't doing his job very well. That has intimidated me ever since!
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That's me warned, then, LOL.
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Noah The first person I saw when I walked into the dressing room was Ben. He looked up from taping his stick. Smiled at me. Too much. "Morning." "Morning." He kept smiling. "...What?" "Nothing." "You sure?" "Mhm." He nodded once, still wearing the same infuriatingly pleasant expression, then wandered off towards the coffee machine. I watched him go. People had become very strange recently. I wasn't entirely sure why. --- If anything, J
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