Chapter Six WestonThe horn blares for a time-out, and everyone on the field skids to a halt. I hear several of my teammates swear, and at least one of them spikes their helmet into the turf. I’m pretty tempted to do the same.
Fourth quarter has ended . . . and the score is still tied. Which forces us into overtime.
I take off my helmet and look over at Jane, sitting in the first row of the press box reserved for media, PR, and important people connected to the team. The disbelief and gnawing worry on her face reflects my own.
I grind my teeth. How the f**k did this happen? Analysts favored the Hawks to win easily against the Rangers, but they came after us with a vengeance. Somehow, we ended up in a dead heat.
The ref motions to us for the coin toss. Alex, our defensive captain, and Lu
