Page 145 of Pucking Rebound

He’s your dad and your boss. You might want to reconsider that.

Wade:

He’s not my dad.

Me:

I feel the same way about Miranda.

Wade:

Should we sign up for a voodoo doll making class?

His joking with me gives me some much-needed hope. I rest my head back against the headrest and let out a sigh of relief as I wipe my face and nose with the sleeve of my jumper.

Me:

Please come home.

Wade:

I need time.

Me:

Don’t be gone too long, please. I need to see you. I worry about you.

Wade:

And I worry about you. You’ve looked dreadful the past few days.

Me:

It’s just stress.

Wade:

You’ve been working your ass off.

Me

I have.

Wade:

You’re a complete surprise.

Me:

A good one, I hope?

Wade:

The best.

Me:

You’re not so bad yourself. You’re a brilliant hockey player.

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