Page 86 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
It’s an obsession I’m not sure I’ll ever overcome.
I never feel more at home than I do when I’m here like this. It’s where I belong.
Hockey is my life, and I desperately want to share that passion with those who will become the future of the sport I love so much.
Looking back down at my cell, I try to put everything I feel about ice hockey into words.
If nothing else comes of this, those who read it will know just how dedicated I am.
I know that I should probably let Dad read my application, maybe even Parker, but I can’t wait.
If I don’t hit send right now, there’s a chance I’ll talk myself out of it.
There is no time like right now.
My heart is in my throat as my thumb hovers over the button that could very well change the course of my future.
I already have a full-time job, but that doesn’t matter. I will always find time for hockey.
Hell, I’d do this coaching job for free, given the chance.
I figure that if I get it, the only thing that will change is being able to attend road games.
I don’t go to all of them, but I like to go to a handful throughout the season.
But it’ll be worth it. Seeing those girls doing what they love, helping them improve, watching them win their games...It’ll bemorethan worth it.
My hand trembles as I wait for my email to show as sent, and the second it does, my stomach turns over as if I’m going to be sick.
This was not the way I expected my day to go when Dad woke me up this morning.
I remain hidden in the shadows, watching the guys practice until Parker messages to let me know that she’s outside. Kodie isstill on the ice, and it takes every bit of strength to walk away from him.
It’s ridiculous. He doesn’t even know I’m here.
“I thought I was going to have to drag you out,” Parker laughs as I drop into her car.
I chuckle, but I don’t really feel it.
“Shit, what happened?” she asks, reading my reaction.
“Nothing,” I mutter as she pulls away.
“Did you see him?”
“From a distance, yeah. He didn’t see me.”
“Casey, you need to?—”
“I applied for the job,” I confess, needing to change the subject.
“You did?”
“Yep. Now we wait.” Just saying those words puts me on edge. Waiting to hear back is going to be hell.
“You’ll get it. They’ll be stupid not to.”
“We’ll see,” I muse, hoping like hell she’s right.
