Luna’s POV
‘Look! Its Daddy!’ Beth squeals excitedly. She points toward the ice as the Boston Hawks players crash out of the small door at the edge of the ice and start to circle the edge of the rink slamming their sticks on the plexiglass as they pass. The roar of the crowd is deafening, it’s so loud that it vibrates through the arena growing in size until we can hear them all the way up in the box.
My gaze skims over the blur of players, but they are moving too fast for me to distinguish the names on their jerseys.
‘There he is!’ Beth shouts, bouncing in her seat with unbridled energy. ‘Number nineteen! Do you see him, Luna?’ she asks, her eyes riveted to the ice, refusing to miss a single second.
I nod, offering a supportive smile. ‘Oh yeah,’ I lie, ‘number nineteen! There he is!’
