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and I still haven’t won the Cup. Who knows if I ever will, but I’m going to fight like hell for the chance and you are hoping that we’ll get out early? For a fucking campaign for clothes? I know you have something riding on this for your career, but I do have one of those as well and I would like to accomplish something other than good stats.” His face is a little red from the anger pulsing through him.
    “ Are you drinking? I was simply saying if . I’m sorry if it came across the wrong way. I hope you reach your goals. And just because you're about to turn thirty doesn’t mean you have to quit being a hockey player. Does it?” I snap back at him. There’s no need for him to get pissed at me.
    “ No, but when your career is all you have, you want to do something with it before you get too old or get injured and have to retire before you’re ready. You want to know you have done something worth all that hard work.” He sounds sad.
    “ Carson, you’re in good shape. I’m sure that you will have a successful season.” I try to sound hopeful.
    “ Says the girl who doesn’t know shit about hockey. Are we done?” The hard expression that I’m used to is painted on his face.
    “ Yep, I’ll keep you in the loop of everything that is happening. We will be going through the sketches of the clothes this week. Have a great day, Carson.”
     
     

Chapter Eight
    Carson
     
    “ Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, my favorite person, Carson,” she rushes. “Happy birthday to you,” Gracie finishes.
    “ Thank you, Gracie. That sounded perfect.” I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder as I lock the door to my house.
    “ Really?” she asks in that hopeful tone only a child can do. “I practiced a few times once Mommy told me I could call. Are you going to have a party for your birthday? You should have a party. And cake.”
    I chuckle. “I’ll have a party and a big slice of cake, just for you.”
    “ Okay. When are you coming to see me? I miss you bunches.”
    “ I miss you too, but I’m not sure yet, Gracie. I’ll come see you soon, though, okay?” I tell her as I get into my car.
    “ Okay. I hope you win tonight since it’s your birthday. Mommy said I could watch on TV.”
    “ Did she? Well, I’ll try my best to win for you. I gotta go. Thanks for calling me, Gracie. You made it one of the best birthdays ever.”
    On the drive to the rink, I end up talking to Gracie for a few more minutes and then her mother. If Gracie is watching, then we definitely need to win.
     
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    Happy birthday to me! We won the game today as planned, and now there’s a massive party at my recently finished personal ice rink. Music has the place vibrating. Models have every man in this place hard and there’s a huge supply of alcohol. The entire team is here. They brought people, and those people brought even more people.
    As I scan the room, I see body shots being done and dancing on tables and the bar. There's a girl standing in front of me, running her hands down my chest. I have to give her props because there are three other girls around us and she decided to take charge between them, which is how she ended up against me. I lean down to kiss her just as I hear someone call my name.
    “ Let’s play, Carson! C'mon!” Tyler shouts from somewhere nearby, close enough that I can hear him.
    I move past her lips to her ear. “I'll be back later, sweetheart.” She's upset as I go over to where he’s standing, but I don't care. After taking a quick sip of my beer, I set it down on the nearest surface and take my skates that Tyler hands me.
    “ Three on one?” I question, noticing there’s only a few other people on the ice. “You know I’m going to kick your asses, right?”
    He grins. “We’ll see.”
    After I lace up, I skate onto the ice and face my guests. “You,” I start loudly to be heard, “are all about to witness an old man beat three youngsters. Four, if