Chapter 7
Nearby, Carter leaned down, tying a girl’s stubborn laces. “Double-knot, champ. Otherwise, you’ll spend more time on the ice than your skates will.” His voice was light, easy.
Trembley stayed composed, signing neatly and offering the occasional quiet nod when a parent thanked him. Before leaving, he shook Lily’s hand—respectful, professional—then inclined his head to Mack. “Appreciate you being here, Coach.”
Ready to head out?” Carter asked Trembley, who gave a simple nod. They drifted out together, Carter tossing a wave back at us.
The room thinned. Lily packed away the medical kit she always carried. When she turned to me, her ponytail swung. “Take care, Maestro.” A wink, and she was gone.
Mack was by the boards, watching the last few stragglers circle the ice.
When his eyes met mine, something shifted—small, quiet, but real.
“Good work today,” he said.
“You too, Coach.” I should’ve left it there. Instead, I heard myself say, “Some of the guys’ll probably swing by The Crossbar later. You’re welcome to come.” I kept my voice casual, like it was no big deal, though my pulse gave me away.
His mouth tightened, but not unkindly. “Not tonight. Appreciate it, though.”
I nodded, covering whatever disappointment tried to creep in. My bag felt heavier than it was as I slung it over my shoulder. We walked out together into the cooling afternoon, side by side but silent.