Harrisburg Railers Box Set 3 by R J Scott & V L Locey

Author:R J Scott & V L Locey
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781785642050
Publisher: Love Lane Books Ltd
Published: 2020-04-19T04:00:00+00:00

Erik

The Canadian road trip was an eye-opener. It wasn’t just that we were lined up against Vancouver, Winnipeg, and Toronto, Calgary, and Montreal, all in the space of eleven nights, but also there was the whole team bonding session in the middle.

Banff was stunning, and the team had what seemed like an entire hotel to ourselves. This was where we were supposed to bond, make friends, find out each other’s secrets, but it was also where bad things happened.

Like me and Stan in separate rooms, with the agreement we wouldn’t be crossing the hall at midnight. Or Ten getting on the ice on day one at the practice rink and then mutually deciding with the coach that he needed to sit things out a little longer. Then there was missing the children. Both Stan and I FaceTimed all three of them; Noah enthusiastically chatted away, sat on Galina’s knee, explaining about meatballs and bagetti, which was his super cute way of saying spaghetti. I missed my little man with a fierceness that stole my breath, but he was fine, used to our absences, and he actually seemed to be having fun in our house full of people.

Pavel was quiet; he didn’t really talk to me much, but Stan got a response every time he asked something in their native tongue. At one point Pavel was animated, and Stan explained they’d been discussing hockey. Apparently, Pavel was a huge fan and had messed around on a frozen pond, as most Russian kids did, alongside Canadians, and of course Swedes like me.

“Why didn’t we know he liked hockey?” I asked as we waited for Eva to come to the iPad to talk to us.

“I’m never ask him.” Stan was thoughtful. “We can put a rink in our garden.”

Privately, I wondered if that was overkill, but wisely I said nothing. Stan would think about this and conclude that maybe we should just be taking Pavel to the Railers’ practice rink and messing about there.

“With most big lights for playing in dark,” he added. I wasn’t sure our neighbors would be cool with floodlights. They may not have been close—after all Stan’s acreage was on the big side—but the lights would spread a long way if they were as big as Stan’s waving hands suggested.

“We need round thing on it,” Stan said as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. “Big circles.”

I spoke Stan, most of the time, but I wasn’t entirely following this one.

“A circle?” Did he mean the lines and circles in the ice?

He gestured with his hands, this huge expansive wave of something that looked a little like…

“A dome? You want to build an ice rink in our yard, with lighting, and cover it in a dome.”

“A dome,” Stan repeated. “Much big, with popcorn maker and place for pucks and sticks. And seats for Mama and Galina to watch and a teeny tiny Jumbotron.”

I leaned over and kissed him. “You realize you are describing the Capital Ice Complex in Rutherford, our practice rink, right?”

He wrinkled his nose and then brightened.

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