CHAPTER EIGHTHarrison
The elevator doors opened, and Harrison stepped out into The Sin Bin restaurant. Situated on the twentieth floor, across the street from the arena in downtown Pittsburgh, the views of the city from the windows were breathtaking.
The dining room was buzzing, with patrons seated at almost every table.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few folks staring in his direction. Not that he wasn’t used to that happening. It was the price of being a professional hockey player. The shock on their faces made him wonder if they hadn’t put two and two together. Talia’s last name was Dash, and there were autographed jerseys hanging in the restaurant. More than a couple were his—even though Tyler’s got the most foot traffic, with numerous selfies taken in front of it.
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