Page 52 of The Game
When I’m done, we call it a day.
Hopefully, the guys will feel motivated going forward, and we’ll be able to start winning games again.
“Alexander, you got a minute?” Caleb asks me.
“Sure.”
He was one of the players who made some mistakes out on the ice, but this is a team sport, and everyone can have a bad day. That doesn’t mean you’re a bad player.
If you start going down that road, your confidence will drop, and so will your performance.
We sit down in the lounge area. I don’t want him to feel like I’m in a rush. I meant what I said, the door is always open, and I’m happy to talk to my players when they need.
“It might be too much to ask, but I was wondering if you could help me out with my tactical awareness. I’ve been struggling for a while, and it got to a new low yesterday,” he says, and I can tell this is hard for him.
Admitting you’re struggling feels scary, but I applaud him for asking for help.
“I think I could benefit from some extra pass practice, but I get that you’re a busy man, so you might not have time for that.”
Usually, our assisting coaches do this work. Helping us refine our technique, work out habits that slow you down, or any other inconsistencies.
I’m happy to help Caleb. He’s a great player, with lots of potential, and he’s a hard worker.
I’m determined to use my time wisely to make the team as strong as possible. Some additional practice with Caleb will be good.
“No problem, Caleb. We’ll start tomorrow. Do you mind if I ask Noah and Liam to tag along as well? Then we can get in some shooting practice as well.”
He lights up at the idea, the relief evident on his face.
“That would be great, thank you so much.”
We say our goodbyes, and when I spot an email from Sarah, my smile spreads.
She’s finally setting up a new meeting, and when I see that she hasn’t suggested a place to meet, I see my opening.
Typing out my response, eager for Friday to arrive as soon as possible.
Chapter 14
Sarah
I’m feeling lightheaded standing in the lobby after Alexander just left.
God, he makes me feel so good—desired, cherished, understood, and so much more.
When Seth showed up to cause some trouble, I was annoyed.
Of course, he would visit me since we’re both in Chicago.
I was handling him just fine, but having Alexander step in and support me felt great. He was the perfect backup, making me feel confident as I sent Seth on his way.
Knowing the big, strong hockey captain was by my side probably sped up his escape quite a bit, which I’m thankful for.
And don’t even get me started on the whole “I intend on making you mine” thing.
Alexander is clear about his intentions, but sometimes he surprises me with how easily he voices his desires.
I felt bold when I urged him to kiss me, but this is on a whole other level.
