“Oh, nothing. Just the usual obnoxious Falcon trash talk.” I waved her off. “Is that who he was?” Noelle asked, craning her neck as she watched him disappear into the crowd. She was on the periphery of the hockey world, only mildly aware of its most basic inner workings, and what she did know was solely due to her friendship with me. “Yup.” I drained the last of my drink. “The enemy.” “Hot enemy.” Zara nodded. “I would climb him like a tree, B.” “No,” I said. “He’s a jerk.”
