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“Goal,” Cage yells, throwing his hands up in victory as the hockey players on TV are all hugs and backslaps “That fucking Stanley Cup is ours again this year”

I laugh and shake e is from North Carolina and sort of psycho for his Carolina Cold Fury He went to every game of the Stanley Cup finals last year where they won I expect he’ll do the same this year if they make it past this round of the playoffs

As for hockey, notup in the Midwest, it was all about football Cornhusker football to be exact One of the things I e football on Saturday’s together I expect if I head hoain, which is a good thing

“Another beer, Bodie?” the bartender asks, and I nod

“Me too,” Cage says before he picks up his pint glass and drains the rest I’d gladly said yes when he invited me out for a late lunch and soaas, and we’re well known here

The bartender snags our erabs two lasses from a cooler and pours our drafts

The hockey game cuts away to a commercial for a sports drink, and our fresh beers are slid in front of us Just as I pick nant, huh?”

My glass freezes halfway to ain lass on the counter, carefully calculating my response Clearly her ossip rounds

“Yeah,” I say, turning to look at hiuess”

“That’s wild,” Cage says thoughtfully “Thinking about Hart being pregnant, that is I can’t think of a woman who is less motherly than her”

It shouldn’t bother me… those words

But they do

They bother ht Rachel has made it clear she doesn’t want to be aShe’s also wrong

I can see the potential within her

“I wonder if Kynan knocked her up,” hea sip of his beer

“Why would you say that?” I ask It coressively

Cage turns his head to look ot a past Fuck buddies and all that”