WHEN THE MARKET CLOSED, Brendan didn’t feel ready for the day to end. He was as tired as if they’d been practicing on the ice or doing media for twelve hours. But it was the good kind of tired that came with landing all the jumps and having all the right answers.
“Want to stop somewhere and get dinner?” Katie asked as he hopped up into the passenger seat next to her. “I’m starving.”
“Sure,” said Brendan, delighted at the prospect. Spending more time with Katie was exactly what he wanted, now and probably forever.
They didn’t have to get up for the first shift with the cows tomorrow morning — that was part of the deal within Katie’s family, the consolation prize for whoever had to trek out to Saint Paul for the market. Which meant they could stay out tonight as late as they wanted.
Bren
