Stick With the Hockey Rival

FIFTEEN

The cold air off Lake Michigan whips against my exposed cheeks. I quicken my pace, burying my face into my knit scarf. When I finally spot what I’m looking for, a coffee shop, I pull open the door of Bean There with my gloved hands. Warmth washes over me, and I let out a relieved breath.

I head to the counter for a chai latte and a blueberry muffin, then grab the only available table near the entrance. After opening my laptop, I pull up my business plan. It’s the same one that’s been sitting in my saved files for years, ignored like so many other parts of my life when my focus was on Jace.

Like I told Ryan on the beach, I knew in college what I wanted to do, but it wasn’t until I saw it firsthand that I was able to fully form my business plan: a foster-based rescue that transports pups from the South to the North, where there’s a higher demand and fewer dogs available for adoption.