“Haven’t seen you do your trick in a while,” he says. “Say please, hockey guy.” Hudson’s mouth curls into a wicked smirk. “Would you please show me your knife trick, Mads?” he asks, and it feels like he’s flirting with me. It feels like I like it. “With pleasure.” I grab the base of the knife and spin it between my fingers. The movement is perfected after years of handling the equipment, and I smile when I stab the board with the tip of the blade. “How’d I do?” “A goddamn ten out of ten. Nothing new there.
