Chapter Forty-Four

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JPOV

Clearing my throat against the lump that had suddenly formed, I replied, "Yeah, sure," then gestured back the way I'd been headed. "It's right around the corner."

Peter fell into step next to me, easily matching my long strides.

Shit! What the fuck can I talk about?

"It looks like the Rangers might have a decent defensive line this season," he offered.

I snorted with derison. Hockey was subject I could talk about.

"Yeah, maybe – if they can keep their asses out of the penalty box."

And just like that, the ice was broken.

Not too fucking hard, huh, asshole?