Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

“Hey, Huddy.” He groans and stretches his legs. “Was wondering when you were going to roll out of bed.” “What are you doing here?” I look up and down the hall, confused. I don’t know what I expect to find, but it’s empty except for us. “Are you okay? Is Emmy okay? Please don’t tell me Coach sent you here to break some news about a trade.” “Come on, man.” He holds out his hand, and I pull him to his feet. “Do you really think I’d let you visit her by yourself?” “How did you know where I was going?” “You’re my best friend. You’re not going to come to Georgia and not see your mom,” he says. “I figured you’d want an early start because of the skate we have scheduled at noon. I have a car downstairs, coffee in the cup holders, and some flowers I grabbed from a gas station.” A weight pushes on my shoulders. The air in my lungs struggles to escape. A laugh rattles out of me, and I reach for him. He hugs me tight and I hug him back, not letting go until my eyes stop stinging. “Thank you, Mav,” I manage to get out, grateful my best friend doesn’t say a word about my tears. “We’re family, Hud. That’s what we do.” He squeezes me another few seconds then lets go.

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