The sound of skates cutting across the ice echoed through the rink as Logan, Garrett, Dean, and Tuck took a break near the bench. Their team was mid-practice, but that didn't stop the guys from catching up between drills.
Dean stretched his arms behind his head. "Man, I need a damn nap after this. Or at least a giant burger. Maybe both."
Garrett smirked. "Or you could try stretching before practice like a normal person, dumbass."
Tuck snorted but turned his attention to Logan, who had been uncharacteristically quiet—at least for Logan. "Alright, Logan, what's up? You didn't come back to the house last night. The guys are speculating."
Garrett, overhearing. "Yeah, where were you? You've been glowing all morning."
Logan hesitates for a moment, then shrugs deciding there was no point in
