“Can I say something?” Emmy asks, and I nod. “I’m not a woman who likes when people do things for her, and I’d never ask you all to defend my honor or anything like that. But knowing you have my back means a lot to me. I’m so lucky to play next to you all every night, and I wouldn’t want to call anyone else my teammates.” “We love you, Emmy,” Grant yells, and he tries to jump in her arms. Her skate slips out from under her, and they both go tumbling to the ice. “Pile on,” Ethan says, and other guys join them like we just won the Cup.
