Zuzu perched with her hind feet on a seat and her forefeet on the edge of the boards, swiveling her head to follow the action. The amplifier on her collar blinked steadily, once per second, letting her sense Ty at up to one hundred metres.
She didn’t give any alerts at all. Not when Ty kissed her on the nose on his way to the bench. Not while the players elbowed each other toward the locker room, swearing happily. Not while Reshma and Zuzu waited just outside as the team showered and changed.
They boarded a bus, all the players in suits again, half of them topped with toques, which Reshma privately thought hilarious. Ty seemed like he might be the youngest in the group, or close to it; the oldest-looking guy had a bit of grey in his stubble, but was still probably a few years younger tha
