Deep Edge by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey

Author:RJ Scott & V.L. Locey [Scott, RJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-78564-093-3
Publisher: RJ Scott

Ten

Dieter

If anyone was looking for me, they would see I was there. Up in the gods, three rows from the back in the nosebleed chairs, looking down at the men on the ice. Watching them and wishing I were down there with them.

I’d missed three sessions now, but none of this was obligatory; no one was on my ass demanding that I attend. But I wanted so much to be learning more. I was missing out, because every one of us who’d listened to Trent was faster, more focused, and I was stuck now.

And not just because of the shit that had gone down with the tablets, no – this was about the fact that I was there for results on my knee, and I knew they wouldn’t be good. The only thing keeping me on the ice had been painkillers, and look where that had gotten me.

I was losing my last chance to get an NHL spot; the Railers would take one look at me, my knee, my stupid fucking addictions, and I would be gone.

They were a progressive team, focused on inclusion and fairness and all kinds of things PC, but even they couldn’t carry a skater who couldn’t skate on the roster.

On the ice, the guys were working on glides again, and even from up here I could see the improvements. Stan was on one side talking to Trent, and my chest tightened when he lifted a wriggling Trent and held him up in a parody of a lift. He soon set him down, but the damage was done; I’d seen Trent laughing, enjoying his time with the team.

And I wasn’t there.

Trent’s work might prove to give us an edge as a team, just that small difference to push us one more round in the playoffs.

Us? There wouldn’t be an us. I was looking at injured reserve, or even worse.

The session finished, and I slid down in my chair, pulling my ball cap low over my face, hidden up in the shadows where no one would think to look. This place was no East River Arena, only thirty or so rows of seats, but I was far enough away to hide for sure.

When the rink was empty, I left my seat, heading for the exit to the parking lot before anyone noticed me.

“I saw you,” Trent said from behind me.

I turned to face him, carefully because I felt like shit, and my knee hurt, and I was done with today.

“Hey,” I said, which was all I could manage.

Trent looked tired but good. His eyes were smudged with kohl, his hair artfully tousled and streaked with what looked like a jade green in this light. He was all in black, his familiar diamanté piping around his collar, and he looked so good.

And I had fucked up; thrown it all away.

“You should come down on the ice with us,” Trent said when I stood there looking at him blankly.

“I have to get back to Harrisburg today. I have…” I waved at my knee, then up at my head, like that explained everything.

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