BRENDAN HAD WANTED to go out with Katie and enjoy some quality time away from the ice with her. A good dinner. Maybe a movie. Things normal people did. Breathing space from their jobs would do them good. But Katie wasn’t speaking to him at the moment, which he was self-aware enough to consider fair. He hadn’t meant to be a d**k about farms in general or cows in particular, but Katie was often sensitive about where she’d come from, and he had been thoughtless.
With his initial plan for the evening scuppered, Brendan knew he should spend his time doing something reasonable. Work out. Tend to his too-often-ignored social media. Sleep. But the disagreement with Katie had left him feeling antsy and wired, and if he stayed at the hotel he wasn’t sure he could resist the temptation to go find he
