CHAPTER TWOHarrison
Harrison grabbed a puck as he skated around the ice and took a wrist shot at the goal. The frozen biscuit just missed the net and loudly bounced off the boards, the noise rattling through the rink.
Morning skate was in full swing. Coach Walker was running an easy skate today; surely the last win they had was to thank for that. They had dominated New York in a 7–2 victory.
“Is Talia feeling better?” Tyler asked, as he shot a puck at the goal, and not surprisingly, putting it into the back of the net.
“Yeah. I mean, she seems to be. If being able to eat bacon is any indication.” Harrison shrugged as he grabbed up another puck.
“I’m pretty sure my sister could eat bacon no matter how she felt.” Tyler chuckled.
“Yeah, I don’t know about that. Her stockpile of frozen p
