CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEDominic
“Dom!” Tyler and Kris skated towards the net. The grins on their faces told him they were up to no good, like usual. “Dude, I think someone is trying to get your attention.”
“What?” Between the pucks flying at him and Tyler’s comment, Dom was confused. He was trying not to take his eyes off the shots coming at him, because he obviously didn’t want to let any in, even if it was just warm-ups. “What are you talking about?”
“Look behind you. I think she’s talking to you.” Kris pointed to the audience behind the net.
“Who are you talking about?” Dom dodged a few pucks aimed at his head, then yelled over the music to the team. “What the hell, guys?”
“Ty.” Kris pointed behind the glass.
“Guys, take some laps!” Tyler called to the team. “Dom, you really do need to
