Shutout (Rules of the Game #2) by Avery Keelan EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Avery Keelan
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“Focus, Tyler!” My goalie coach’s yell reverberates through the empty arena.
Winter break with my family in Los Angeles hasn’t been much of a
vacation. I’ve spent almost every day getting my ass kicked, and I’m about to
hop on a plane back home where I’ll do it all over again tomorrow.
Giving my head a shake, I reset my position and wait for him to shoot.
Mark has been running me through this puck tracking drill what feels like a
fucking eternity. Shot-rebound-shot, over and over again. My gear is soaked
with sweat, and my brain checked out ten minutes ago.
I block his next backhand, but he slips it past me on the rebound. Fuck.
My molars clench, and my gaze darts over to the stands where my father and
brother are watching. It isn’t that my dad will be angry if I don’t show up
well on the ice—it’s that he’ll be disappointed, and somehow, that’s even
worse.
Mark glides up to retrieve the puck from in the net. “Watch the shot come
all the way in,” he reminds me sternly. “When it rebounds, stay locked on it,
and follow it to completion. Don’t take your eyes off it even if you think it’s
a routine save.”
I did have eyes on it, which is the most frustrating part. But rather than
argue, I nod.
From in the crease, I watch him skate back to the top of the circle and
stickhandle the white training puck while I track its every movement. It
blends in with the ice, and it requires laser-like focus to separate it from the
playing surface. Black regulation pucks practically glow in the dark in
comparison.
The next few saves go more smoothly, and we wrap up on the rink before
relocating into the fitness area for functional training. My workout is a
grueling blur of one-legged squats, single-leg Romanian deadlifts, cable
pulls, and side to side hurdles. I already know I’ll be hurting later, and by the
time we move on to medicine ball throws, I’m tempted to lob the 40-pound
ball at Mark’s head.
“Nice work.” He claps me on the shoulder, then pushes to stand. “You
can take a five-minute breather before we move on to myofascial release and
stretching.”
Breathing heavily, I wipe the sweat from my brow with my white gym
towel. My eyes land on the far side of the room, where my father is standing
with the phone to his ear. As a sports agent, he represents some of the biggest
names in professional sports. It’s how I fell in love with hockey as a kid; he
brought me to a client’s game when I was four, and I was immediately
obsessed.
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