Behind the Net (The Vancouver Storm #1) by Stephanie Archer EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Stephanie Archer
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THE LEFT WINGER skates toward the net and slapshots the puck at me.
There’s a thwap of the puck in my glove, and my blood flares with
competition and satisfaction.
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“Streicher shut out,” my new teammate calls as he breezes past, and I toss
the puck onto the ice with a quick nod. The fans back in New York used to
chant that during games. When I won the Vezina Trophy last year, awarded
to the best goalie in the NHL, they referenced it in the speech about my
performance.
Near the bench, the coaches watch, make notes, and discuss the team’s
performance. A puck gets past me and my gut tightens. The head coach’s
gaze flicks to me, expression indiscernible.
Two weeks ago, I signed as a free agent below my value so that I could
play for the Vancouver Storm. After the panic attack that caused her car
accident, my mom insisted she was fine, but I know that if she kept them
from me, it must be getting worse. Now that the team has signed me for a
lower price, I’m an asset. They could trade me for more money and I
wouldn’t have any say in the matter. I’m like a house they just got a deal on,
and if they decide to buy something better, they’ll sell me.
Worry flows through me. My mom’s dealt with depression and anxiety
for years, ever since my dad passed in a self-inflicted drunk driving incident
when I was a baby, but while I wasn’t looking, it turned into something so
much worse.
Leaving Vancouver isn’t an option, and I’m not giving up the sport I love,
so this season needs to go well. I need to play my best and maintain my top
status so they don’t trade me. This year, I need to focus.
The players run drills as practice continues, and I reference what I know
about them from previous games. I’ve played against the Vancouver Storm in
the past, and I recognize their faces, but I don’t know these guys like my old
team. I played for New York for seven years, since I was nineteen. I don’t
know these coaches, and this city hasn’t felt like home since I left for the
juniors, but Vancouver is where I need to be right now.
Something strains in my chest. It’s only the first day of training camp, but
I’ve never felt more pressure to play my best.
The whistle blows, and I skate toward the bench with the other players.
“Looking sharp out there, boys,” the coach says as we gather around the
bench.
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