“You played hockey? That’s awesome.” “Until middle school. I mean, not very well. My skating was fine. Good, even. It was the other things that were the issue, like stickhandling.” “I could teach you how to stickhandle.” I suppressed a laugh. “Carter.” “What?” He widened his eyes in mock innocence. “You know, I think you’re the one with the dirty mind, James.” Maybe I was.
