CHAPTER TWENTY Noah
Once home from Nashville after the away game, the team had the day off, so there was no practice today and no game tonight. He’d get in a workout later, but for now he had some time and was at Slap Shot to go over reports he’d set aside.
It was early and they hadn’t opened yet, so Noah sat at the bar with Jared. Jared had flown in from Las Vegas on some business, and had dropped by to visit and see how Slap Shot was doing.
“Your numbers are looking great,” Jared said, after perusing the reports. “Especially for a first month.”
Noah’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Jordan, which brought a smile to his face. He’d texted her a few times this morning, but this was the first time she’d replied. He opened the message, but it was short and to the point.
Yep. Later.
