Blaise looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin in a locker room filled with hockey players. He was tall and lanky with big eyes that showed just how uncomfortable he was, though Bouchard wasn’t willing to let him go until we’d been “properly introduced.” “Brax, this is Blaise Emory. Technically, he’s the Assistant Director of Hockey Operations, but more than just the front office would be lost without him.” The color Blaise’s cheeks turned at the praise couldn’t be called a blush. Blazing inferno was closer to accurate. Whatever color it was, I knew it wasn’t a healthy color for a human
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