“Place your bets,” he mutters. “Miracle guy or nobody?”
Suddenly Coach walks in and the room quietens immediately. He doesn’t waste time.
“We’ve made a decision,” he says. “Lee Shaw.”
There’s a brief pause as the name lands.
“That’s who we’re bringing in.”
Russo glances at me.
“Miracle guy,” he murmurs.
“It’s a temporary place while Grant recovers. Shaw starts training with us this week.”
Lee Shaw.
Guess we have a name now.
Coach folds his arms.
“There are a couple of special conditions that come with this arrangement.”
That gets everyone’s attention.
“Medical privacy requirements,” he explains calmly. “So, Shaw will have a separate locker and shower space.”
A few eyebrows lift around the room, but no one questions it.
Medical stuff isn’t unusual in sports.
“But despite that,” Coach adds, “he’s part of the team.”
His gaze moves slowly across the room. “Treat him well.”
That part lands more firmly.
Coach nods once. “Training the day after tomorrow.”
Then he turns and heads for the door.
The room immediately fills with conversation again.
“Lee Shaw,” someone repeats.
“Never heard of him.”
Russo nudges my shoulder. “You skated with him - what do you think?”
“He’s good,” I admit.
“Then maybe our miracle showed up after all.”
A scoff comes from the locker across the aisle.
Luke Mercer shakes his head as he yanks off one of his gloves.
“Miracle?” he says. “Please.”
