I head down the hallway of the hotel with Cory, making our way to the elevator to bring us to the main level.
“Come out with us,” he says for the twentieth time tonight. “Some of the puck bunnies are meeting us.”
I’m not sure what’s up with Cory lately. He wasn’t really into the women last season, except for that girl he hooked up with at Ford’s wedding, but he’s working overtime in the getting laid department now.
“Nah. I’m beat. That’s what happens when you get ice time.” I hit him lightly in the shoulder, so he knows I’m kidding.
One day, Cory—or Jet, as he’s known—will be all over the ice. He’s moved up in the lines, but Drake is still too damn good. Everyone pays the price of being a rookie. God knows I did at first. I doubted myself and almost left the league because I hardly got
