“Go! Go!” I’m out of my seat, jumping up and down, cheering him on. He cranks the puck toward the goalie, and it sails just over the tip of his glove and into the net.
The horn sounds as the stands erupt.
“Yes! Way to go, Cash!”
I know he can’t hear me, but I’m bursting as I watch the team crowd around him to congratulate him on his goal. More stuffed animals rain down onto the ice.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an incredible goal. On their power play no less!”
Angie wraps an arm around me, pulling me into a side-arm hug as the game resumes. “It’s a high, right? I love watching Troy out there. He’s so good, it’s mesmerizing to watch him play.”
“That’s it exactly.”
I sip on my drink, trying to cool my cheeks. Cash is now on the bench as Vancouver is trying to tie it up before the end of the first period.
I could get used to this. Watching Cash play and hanging out with Angie? I thought I would be more nervous, but she wiped out any nerves that I had about being here tonight.
Nick easily blocks another shot on goal before Colorado is taking it back down the ice. It’s easy to see how skilled they are.
“Is it weird your brother and husband play on the same team?” I ask Angie.
She laughs. “I don’t think I ever thought Nick would get drafted by Colorado, but I guess they want to keep the Colorado kids in Colorado.”
“Helps that he’s one of the best goaltenders in the league.”
“And yet, he’s still my annoying little brother.”
“I guess it’s the same with Noah. None of them went all that far.”
“Maybe because they’re some of the best players in the league and Colorado was smart to pick them up.”
The horn sounds for the first intermission as the teamleaves to the cheers of the crowd. Colorado is up 2-0 early in the game. If things continue like this, it’s going to be a good game.
And that’s exactly what happens.
Colorado dominates Vancouver with a final score of 5-2.
“Do you always feel like this after a win?”
My voice is hoarse and scratchy as Angie links arms with me and leads me to where we’ll meet the guys.
I’m anxious to see Cash.
A few families are already there. Little kids are running around the carpeted room decorated with squishy sofas. It’s nothing fancy, but comfortable. A few of the guys are already coming in after the game. I bet they didn’t have to talk to the media—something Cash probably wishes would happen to him.
But after that goal he stole on Vancouver’s power play, they’ll be eating up what he has to say.
Before too long, he’s walking into the suite. Cash has a presence, all eyes seeming to turn to him as he walks toward me.
His stride is powerful as he closes the distance between us.
“Cash.”
“Princess.”
“I’ll give you that since you had such a great game tonight.”
“Yeah?” he asks sheepishly.
