“I could go back out there and throw him down the fucking stairs.” Theo’s hands went to his hips as he stood back and stared at me from several feet away. He was out of breath, his chest rising and falling so quickly it seemed like he was back on the ice, putting the puck between the defenseman’s own feet before taking the shot on the net. “It’s fine.” I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away with embarrassment.
