God, I’m such a liar. As if I didn’t pull up the team roster the second I got off the phone with him last week. I know exactly who’s on the team. I know who I’m dying to see. Brady leans against the silvery wall of the elevator. “You’d be surprised how many of the guys remember you. Novy’s been bugging us to hire you since you left. I told him you needed to finish your degree first, but he didn’t seem to care.” I laugh. “God, how is Novy still playing on those busted knees?” Brady snorts, leading the way out of the elevator. “Are you kidding? They’ll have to drag him off the ice and rip that
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