“I wasn’t trying to use you,” she says. “I thought I was helping. I needed it, and you did too. You said so.” “I’m trying to make captain.” I can’t help it, I take a step closer, although my hand is still curled around the doorframe. “If your daddy dearest finds out, I’m screwed. I’m already stuck doing this stupid volunteer thing with you. He’ll bury me so far down the roster I’ll never make the NHL.” “He wouldn’t do that,” she says. “And it’s not like I want him to know either. So quit looking at me like I forced you into something.”
