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I’m currently twenty-seven I have two brothers I’ood at poker

But what else? I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately

As I watch Ro dance her heart out to themakes her feel I’ve never felt that way about poker I’ll always love poker, and I’ll always play It’s my connection to my dad, but I also want to find my passion

Hockey is part of who Maverick is I love that he has that, but itof my own

“That was great,” Maverick says to o backstage?”

“No, let’s go see her now”

We both have lanyards with backstage passes, which Ro hooked us up with Maverick keeps hold of my hand as we make our way there

“Hey, Maverick Hagen!” one of the security guards says as we pass

Maverick turns and grins, saying, “Hey, man”

“That gaave ht?”

“Yeah, but that one was too close”

“Is our goalie okay? Why was soht?”

“Pike had a muscle strain so they made him sit out and rest,” Maverick says “But he’ll be back the next game”

The security guard wrinkles his face in disgust “A muscle strain? Is this baseball or hockey?”

Maverick laughs and shrugs “I’et the final word”

“Can I get a pic with you real quick?”

“Sure”

“I’ll take it for you,” I offer, holding uard’s phone

Maverick puts an ar a thu back, but he extended the same offer to his team as before—any time they win five in a row, he’ll shave his head, and if they win eight in a row, he’ll have his balls waxed

Lord help h for the loose waves I loved so h The clean-cut look has always been a weakness

“Gia!” Ro sees us as soon as we arrive backstage, and she runs up and throws her arlad you’re here”

“You were a you dance Did you have any trouble with your foot?”

“No, it feels just like before I’s hiirl?”