Page 108 of Hot Shot
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“My contract is up. The Storm haven’t called offering a new one. After tonight’s performance this might be it for me here.”
“Don’t say that. We all have shitty games,” Holt says.
Brody shakes his head. “My play has been off since January. you all know that. I’m not a young guy anymore. I wouldn’t blame them if they want the space in the salary cap that’ll be freed up if they don’t re-sign me. The team needs younger guys.” He glances over at Caleb. “It’s how it works. You know it. I know it.”
“Don’t say that,” Caleb says. “You’re one of the best damn forwards in the league.”
Brody shakes his head again and starts taking his skates off. “Was. I was one of the best forwards in the league. If I was still a great forward, I would have scored that goal and we wouldn’t be sitting here depressed that our run for the Cup is over.” He stands and pulls his jersey off. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Caleb stands too. “You know where to find me if you want to talk. You’re coming to the party next week, right?” He pins Brody with a look.
Brody shrugs and continues getting undressed.
I take that as my sign to leave. Madison is probably wondering where I am. “If you want to talk or get a beer. You know where to find me,” I tell Brody. He nods.
Grabbing my bag, I wave to the guys that are left and make my way out to where Madison is waiting for me.
“Hi, sweets.”
“Hey, hot shot,” she says, wrapping her arms around me. I relax into her touch, feeling better already. I give her a quick kiss before taking her hand and turning toward the parking lot.
“Ready to go home?” I ask.
“Always.”
