When Grant dropped me off at my car, he insisted on waiting with me until I was tucked safely inside, despite the fact that Jason’s car was nowhere to be seen. He asked me what I was going to do with the rest of my day, and I assured him I would be perfectly fine. After a little convincing, he let me pull out of the parking lot of my building, then followed me out, his car trailing closely behind mine for the first mile or two until he turned away toward the training facility.
It’s strange to think that Jason and Grant will be skating across the same ice today . . . especially after the look in Grant’s eyes when he saw the bruise on my arm.
I’m crossing my fingers that nothing dramatic happens at practice today. That’s the last thing I need right now. More drama.
That’s the last thing I
