Keller smacks the stack of pucks down, and while I’d usually grab one and be off to the races, I don’t this time. I’m too damn busy looking for Rory. I don’t have to look hard—she’s sitting right across from the benches, a bored expression on her face, but I know her too well to believe she’s actually bored, especially not when her eyes are giving her away. She’s fucking thrilled to be here, a smile playing at her lips when our gazes connect.
