Shield (LA STORM #3) by RJ Scott, V.L. Locey EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Oliver
The echo of pucks slamming against the boards punched through
the chilly arena air. I was already feeling the strain of practice as I glanced
at my watch to check my sugar levels.
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Lance “Ash” Ashman, my defensive partner, glided over with a youthful
energy I envied. “Sugars okay?” he asked.
I nodded. Diabetes didn’t define me, and it certainly didn’t stop me
from playing the game I loved, but fuck, it got in the way sometimes. It
wasn’t an impending hypo that made my legs feel like jelly. It was the fact
that at thirty-five, every stride on the ice reminded me I was getting closer
to the end of my career, and I wasn’t a kid anymore.
“Yep,” I said.
It was all Ash needed to know. The entire team had been subjected to a
three-hour lecture by our team medic on the ups and downs of diabetes, and
what to look out for, which meant that, for the next two practices, all of
them stared at me, watching for me to appear drunk. I’d shut that down
faster than a slapshot—they didn’t need to stare—because I had alarms on
alarms, a watch that connected to a sensor measuring my levels, and I
wouldn’t collapse in front of them.
Ash now had a permanent supply of candy in his cubby after taking
things way too seriously. I could handle that, after all, he was my D-partner,
but the fuss, I hated.
“Just not used to practices with just me and a couple of others.”
“They don’t do this shit in New York?”
I side-eyed him. “We’re all there. I mean, we were all there, just
separated off.”
“You worried about facing the old team when it comes to it?” he asked,
bouncing on his skates as we waited for the next attack.
“Nah,” I lied.
Early next month, we’d be up against them, and despite the countless
games under my belt—all sixteen years with the guys in the Big Apple—a
knot of nerves settled in my stomach whenever I thought about it. It would
be my first game against my old team since the trade, in the city itself, part
of a larger East Coast stand that saw the LA Storm heading to Harrisburg
and Boston as well, and it was a homecoming I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
Not only was it back there, against a team I’d grown up in, but I’d miss my
girls like a limb.
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