“I—” He blinked at Sloan as the captain stepped up beside him. “But—”
“I thought that asshole was still in the hospital.” Sloan punched the wall beside the whiteboard, and every man in the room winced.
The last thing they needed was their captain injured again. Fine, their odds weren’t good, and they’d managed to cruise through a quarter of the season without him, but at the last leg of the race to the playoffs, none of them was ready to give up.
In the forum and on the road, Sloan usually kept his temper in check. But once he lost it, there were only two men who could rein him in.
Thankfully, Dominik was one of them.
“I’ve got an idea of how to deal with the Wild when they cork up the neutral zone. You wanna get the last game up on the screen?” Dominik waited, watching Sloan glare at
