Two weeks later, Pete invited me to watch another of the Lightning’s games. I would be lying if I said part of the reason why I accepted was the hope that Cory would be on the side-lines. And, yes, there was also the prospect of some great eye candy on the field itself or in the changing room afterwards.
Cory wasn’t at the match when I arrived and didn’t show up during it, although I soon realised as he couldn’t drive himself he would most likely have been dependent on one of the players bringing him. Rob arrived alone, didn’t even have Grace with him. I asked, as nonchalantly as possible, if anyone had heard anything about how Cory was doing.
“Thought you’d know, him going out with your sister,” one of the smaller team members said.
“Not anymore,” I replied. I still couldn’t wrap my mi
