“My buddy is on the team,” Caleb goes on as we drive into the dark parking garage. “He was the first defenseman they signed.” I glance his way, slipping my sunglasses off and trading them for my regular frames. “That’s so cool. And now you get to work together?” “Well, you asked about divas,” he says. “Just know that you’ve been warned.” “Uh-oh. What’s his name?” “Compton,” he replies. “No. 42, Jake Compton. Be sure to give him hell. I guarantee he’s earned it.” He pulls into a parking spot and cuts the engine as I laugh. “Okay, will do. Jake Compton is officially on my naughty list.”
