**Mila's POV**
The first road trip.
Tampa, Florida. Warm weather, palm trees, and a private charter flight with the entire New England Bay Blades organization.
My hands are steady as I wheel my suitcase across the tarmac. My breathing is even. My heart doesn't betray me by pounding like I've just skated a triple overtime.
"Good god," Sullivan exclaims, pointing at the hazy blue sky. "Sunlight! Warmth! I'd forgotten temperatures above freezing existed."
"It shouldn't be warm in December," Jax says from beside me. "It's just unnatural."
"Oh, you Northerners," Sullivan teases. "You think there's something admirable about freezing your ass off for five months. It ain't."
"You've lived in Boston for over a decade. You're more of a New Englander than you'd like to admit."
"I like winter
