“Hey, ref! Wanna borrow my phone?” I scream as Emmett pulls himself to his feet, flying after Carter and Garrett, the three of them soaring down the ice to protect Adam as the defensemen are caught in the middle of a line change. “Maybe then you’ll finally make a f—” “Phone call!” Abel finishes for me, slapping his teensy hands on the plexiglass, grinning up at me. “So close, buddy. So close. Just a call.” Fucking call was what I was gonna say, but it is what it is. “Oh. Hey, ref! Wanna borrow my Cara’s phone? You can finally make a call!” I grin, holding my fist up to Abel, winking when he
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