Page 47 of Hockey Boy (Boston Bolts Hockey #1)

Robert: Just confirming our session for this evening.

I wince at the text from my therapist. For once, my life is going perfectly. I don’t want to focus on the bad right now. And every time we talk, that’s where the conversation leads. Plus, I’m busy tonight. But it’s a good thing. A great thing, really.

Me: I’ve got to get ready for my game.

Robert: I understand, but this is the second time you’ve canceled. I would love to help you process what happened at your last game.

Me: Tomorrow. I promise.

I switch over to my family text.

Me: I need everyone at the game tonight.

Brooks: Wouldn’t be anywhere else.LOL.

Me: Ha. I’m serious.

Gavin: Why text all of us? Beckett’s the only one you need to confirm with. Obviously, I’ll be there too.

Me: Because I mean everybody. Millie, Sara, Liv, the kids. Team meeting at the game.

Beckett: Whoa. Only I get to call team meetings.

Me: So call a damn team meeting.

Beckett: You could ask politely.

Me: Just ducking be there. All of you.

Brooks: Everything okay?

Me: I’m good. Very good. And for some reason, I want my annoying-ass brothers and their families there to see how good.

Beckett: We’ll be there.

Brooks: Like I said, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Gavin: if you need anything…

Me: I need you to find a reason to get Lennox in the box during warm-ups.

Gavin: On it.

Me: Thanks.

Beckett: Is this what I think it is?

Brooks: Holy shit, Sara’s gonna lose her mind.

Gavin: It’s about damn time.

I sigh as I read my brothers’ messages. They couldn’t be more right. It is about damn time.