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Now, in most circumstances, the fact that this team lost a valuable player as well as a loved one from the ranks would probably shake up even the strongest of confidence. But the opposite seemed to have occurred. The guys went out there and played like they were on fire. Their body checks were harder, their passes crisper, and their execution near flawless. They beat New York 7–1 in a complete and utter blowout. And sadly, that night, Garrett couldn’t even work up a smile over the victory.

Because Gina’s funeral was scheduled for Friday, the team did, in fact, cancel their Thursday away game against Pittsburgh and added a makeup game onto the schedule a few months down the road. I spent my days working at Fleurish while Garrett had team practices and workouts. He went to see Zack twice more, and twice more he was upset over how destroyed Zack seemed to be. I assured Garrett that, in time, he would be able to move on, and not to give up hope.

Garrett stayed over at my apartment every night this week, and there seemed to be more intensity in our lovemaking. It was almost as if Garrett was desperately seeking to immerse himself in something that would make him feel good and alive. He held my gaze longer and hotter, he touched me all over, and when I didn’t think I could bear any more, he’d start all over. His words as he moved inside me were whispered and urgent, almost as if I wouldn’t understand the truth of his feelings. All of this was both pleasing and disconcerting to me at the same time. Pleasing because I’ve felt more connected to him than ever before, and yet it also made me uneasy because I’m afraid Garrett is focusing on the frailty of life. Maybe Gina’s life, maybe mine. Probably both.

Garrett opens the front door of Zack’s house and we enter in among of a throng of friends and family. The church had been overflowing, the streets lined with fans who had come out to pay their respects. Gina wished to be cremated, and so it was, a bronze urn holding her ashes that I see now sits up on the mantel over the fireplace.

We wind our way through the house, Garrett stopping every so often to introduce me to someone from the team, his hand holding mine tightly. I see Gina’s parents sitting in the living room, her mother holding Benjamin on her lap. He’s happily reading a book and I have to wonder what a three-year-old really understands about all this. Does he know his mommy isn’t coming back? Can a child that age understand death? Part of me says no, because I can barely comprehend it at times.

The kitchen counters are laden with food. Casseroles, sandwiches, desserts, and salads. No one seems to be eating, though, and I have to wonder why people bring food to these things. I mean…who has an appetite right now?

Garrett spies Zack out on the back deck with several other teammates, so we head that way. Zack has removed his tie and jacket, and his right arm is in a soft cast and held in place by a shoulder harness. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since the accident, only the second time I’ve been around him, and I’m awkwardly at a loss for what to say.

We walk up to the group, and for the first time Garrett lets my hand go so he can give Zack a hug. It’s an awkward one because men don’t hug well, and plus Zack’s arm is in a sling, but I see the briefest of smiles flit across Zack’s face before sadness filters back in place.

Stepping forward, I reach my arms up, and thankfully, Zack bends down to accept my hug. His good arm goes around my waist.

“I’m so sorry, Zack. I just don’t even have the right words to say,” I tell him, somewhat lamely.

Pulling away, I’m rewarded with a faint smile from him. “Thank you. And thanks for coming.”

Thankfully, the guys all lapse back into hockey talk, going over the highlights of Tuesday’s game. Zack leans back against his deck railing and listens, but doesn’t make any comments.

Looking around, I see Sutton and Alex standing down in the yard, talking to a couple I don’t recognize. Reaching out, I give Garrett’s arm a quick squeeze then walk down the deck steps. When I approach the group, Sutton gives me a warm smile and a hug. “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” I say softly, and then Alex makes introductions.

“Olivia…this is Mike and Kelly Malone. Mike was on the second line with Zack last season but then got traded to Chicago.”

As I shake Kelly and Mike’s hands, Alex adds on, “This is Olivia Case. She’s Sutton’s cousin, but more important, she’s apparently the woman that brought Garrett to heel.”

Sutton snorts, and Mike’s and Kelly’s jaws drop. I glance at Alex and he’s shooting me a wide grin.

“So, you’re dating Garrett?” Mike asks incredulously. “As in…seen him more than two…three times?”

It’s hilarious how ironclad Garrett’s reputation was, and my laugh is full-throated. “We’ve been seeing each about six weeks now.”

“Unbelievable,” Kelly says with awe and respect. “I didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Well, don’t underestimate Olivia’s charms. She played hard to get, and Garrett went a-chasin’,” Alex says with a laugh.

Yeah…I didn’t play all that hard to get, having slept with Garrett on our first date. But I wasn’t about to say that.

Instead, I give them my best and most mischievous smile, and tell them, “He was ready to fall. I just happened to be standing the closest.”

“You have that backward,” Garrett says from behind me. I don’t even get to turn around as his arms wrap around my chest and I’m hauled back into him. “She happened to be standing near me, and only after I met her was I ready to fall.”

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