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Never before have I taken someone else’s life into consideration when it came to my NHL career. I don’t want to make the same mistakes I did three years ago.
“My ass is not cute. It’s, like, ass-tastic.”
I’ll do what he asks. I’m going to make this my best season ever because I’m pretty sure it’s going to be my last.
Matt and Wade are waiting for me at the airport in Chicago, and seeing them together, the oldest of us Jackson kids and the youngest, one tall and wide, the other taller but skinnier, I can’t help thinking that we survived it—our childhood.
We not only survived our childhood, but we’re succeeding. And I know most of my success belongs to Matt because without his support, I wouldn’t even be here.
“What’s funny?” Matt asks. “Doesn’t that feel weird to you? Like the words are foreign coming out of your mouth? ‘Hey, if you need to get anywhere, take our plane.’ Like it’s no big deal. If you’d told us that fifteen years ago, you think we would’ve believed it?
“You and Soren will make it. I’m sure of it. And I’m going to say one more thing, but then we can erase it from our memories.” “Oh, God, I’m terrified of what’s about to come out of your mouth.” “Talon and Miller always say the key to a long-distance relationship is … uh … naked Skype calls. And now we’re pretending I never said that.”
One of Wayne Gretzky’s famous sayings is: A good hockey player plays where the puck is. A great hockey player plays where the puck is going to be.
I want to argue that we would have ended eventually anyway because I definitely would have run into Soren at some point, and from the moment I met him three years ago, I’ve never been able to fight the pull he has on me. We’re meant to be, and there’s no doubt in my mind.
“Things have worked out the way they were supposed to. One day you’ll see that.” “I see it now,” Harley says quietly. “I don’t like it. But I see it.”
I’m doing a good job of being the bigger person right now, and I don’t want to blow it by taking it all back and begging you to pick me. We both know you won’t. I’ll get over you eventually. Just … make sure the hockey player is worth it, okay?” I don’t say anything because I don’t want to rub it in that I already know Soren is worth it. He’s everything to me.
You can’t retire for me. What if it’s too soon? You’ll hate me in the end.” I lower my forehead to his. “Jet. My sweet Jet. I could never hate you, and I’m not retiring for you. I’m retiring for us. For me. I’m done after this season no matter what. Remember how I said I wanted to retire on my own terms and not on the NHL’s time? This is my choice. My time.”
Jet’s warm eyes blink up at me. “I guess I must be your hat trick, huh?” “No.” Jet pouts. “You’re so much more than that. You’re a goal in the last minute. A five-on-three powerplay. You’re the crowd screaming for the win.”
“Tomorrow? As in tomorrow, tomorrow?” Matt asks. I cock my head at him. “No, as in the day after today. That tomorrow.”
