CHAPTER NINETEEN Noah
Morning skate felt like the longest morning of his life. Noah wished he could go back to bed and start the day over. He already had to skate way too many laps for missing the net in drills.
Last night hadn’t gone the way he’d hoped. First of all, Jordan had texted him that she couldn’t come to the game after all. And when he’d texted back asking if everything was okay, she’d given him some vague reply. His mind went to that skeevy reporter who’d asked her out. Was he what had come up?
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became with himself. He’d made the rules, and Jordan could do whatever she liked.
Then during the game he had lost focus. He’d taken what should’ve been an easy shot at goal, instead he shot the puck right at the goalie’s chest–right
