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“I’m in,” I said immediately.

“Really?!” Her face lit up.

“Yeah, I’d love to help out,” I said honestly, because it was one of my favorite things to do even when I was in the minor leagues. Giving back to those kids always held a special place in my heart.

“If it's only a few hours I can make it work,” Webber said behind me. “My best friend is coming into town, but I think I can figure it out.”

“You can bring your friend,” Valencia said.

“Can I bring Denny?” Cap asked.

“Of course!” she said as she smiled. “I’m sure the kids would love to hang out with other kids. The more people the better.”

“You should ask Thomson, he could bring the girls,” Cap suggested. “Or I can ask.”

“Whatever you think will work,” she said, writing something down. “The other social media managers and I are trying to get as many professionals to come out that day. It will be good PR and it will make those kids so happy. I’m also trying to get some hockey cards and some t-shirts, so maybe a few of you can sign some too.”

Valencia was glowing as she talked about her ideas and what she and the other managers wanted to do.

“I can do it too,” Hunter said, and we all looked at him in varying degrees of shock.

“Seriously, Hunter?” Valencia squealed, launching herself at him and he caught her.

A small smirk formed on his lips as he looked at me like he was taunting me.

“Yeah, I’d love to help,” he said, as she pulled back.

“You guys are amazing,” she said, writing something else in her notebook. “I will make sure you get all the details in the next couple of days.”

She looked up, giving me that gorgeous smile.

“Anytime,” I said smiling, before I went into the arena.

“I don’t think you said yes fast enough,” Webber teased.

I rolled my eyes because I knew I was going to get shit.

“I mean, I could have just said yes before she let us know what it was, but I got more sense than that,” I said, trying to play it off.

“You two need to cool it on Florida,” Cap said, his voice stern as he looked between Riggs and me.

“The kids have no shot with her,” Riggs said, as we made it to the locker room.

“Hey boomer, she has no interest in you,” I snapped, getting tired of his shit. “I’m sure she’d like someone who doesn’t think Myspace was the best.”

“At least we were born in the same decade,” he growled. “So get your teeny bopper ass out of the way.”

“Teeny Bopper? Don’t show your age, grandpa,” I sneered, walking to my locker.

“I’m sure this grandpa can run circles around you, kid,” he laughed. “I might be old, but that comes with experience and women sure do love experience.”

“You think I don’t have experience, I could?—”

“All right!” Cap yelled. “Can you focus on practice and actually working together instead of being assholes?”

Riggs and I glared at each other before we looked away. I took a couple of deep breaths, hating that we were like this. If he didn’t have such a big stick up his ass, he might even be cool, but Hunter Riggs only cared about one thing. Himself.

I threwmy gloves into my locker, pissed at the outcome of the game. They slaughtered us and while I didn’t play great, all of us were off. It was embarrassing.

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