Chapter 10

“No cane?” I asked, watching Ford walk into the room. He looked good.

“Yeah. Can’t use the cane out on the ice,” he said.

I nodded.

“I still use it off the ice sometimes because…I guess it’s like a security blanket. Hey, thanks for doing this, man. I appreciate it,” Ford said, his brow furrowed as he bent over, tying his skates.

“Why wouldn’t I do this?”

“Shit, I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling some kind of way for even having to ask you to. The ice is my second home, and here I am…scared of it,” he admitted.

“You got hurt, benched. Ain’t no shame in being apprehensive about getting back out on the ice,” I said.

Ford nodded, returning his attention to his skates as he asked, “Who you sneak off to talk to at the reception? I saw your ass on your phone looking all clandestine and shit.”

“I see your ass ain’t worried enough not to fuck with me,” I muttered.

Ford laughed. “I’m just saying…you looked real sprightly when you came back to the table.”

“I would tell you, but you stupid,” I said.

He threw his head back, howling. “Why you gotta act like this, man? Who’s your new woman? When’s the wedding? I know your ass don’t waste no time.”

“Hey, Ford?”

“Yeah?”

“When we get out on the ice, I want you to dive into the net and fuck yourself.”

This fool’s laughter followed me as I left the Sires locker room, heading into the tunnel.

Ishmia: You like the ocean?

I scratched my forehead as I read the random text from one of the biggest rap stars in the world who was now my…friend?

Life was wild.

Me: I do. You could even call me a thalassophile.

Her: A who?

Me: It’s a person who loves the ocean.

Her: I’m the opposite of that. You’re a water sign?

Me: Correct. Pisces.

I omitted: I think. No one knew for sure since my birth date was merely an estimate.

Her: I figured. I hate it.

Me: You hate the ocean or that I’m a Pisces?

Her: The ocean. It scares me.

Me: Why?

Her: Because it would be foolish not to be afraid of something that big and powerful.

Me: That makes sense.

Her: I’m in NYC.

Me: Word? You working?

Her: Yes. Wanna come hang out with me?

Smiling, I bit my bottom lip and sent: Sure. When?

Her: Now. I can send my jet.

I was damn near giggling at that point.

Me: No need. I can make my way there. Where should I meet you?

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