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sister, not another guy. That was great news in so many ways.
    Me: I want to treat you to dinner afterwards .
    Taylor: Okay, just make sure you pick someplace with plenty of meat. I don’t want you to starve.
    That made me smile.
    Me: See you Saturday .
    I lay awake in my bed for the longest time thinking about se eing Taylor again. Saturday night couldn’t come fast enough.

 
    Six
    Taylor
     
    I stood at the ticket window of the newly built arena waiting for my sister. This was the inaugural season for the Firestorm and the tickets for every game were sold out. The owners of the franchise took a lot of heat from the media for bringing a minor league team to such a small city but the residents embraced the team so quickly and thoroughly, it was like hockey mania swept through the sleepy Northern Arizona college town.
    I don’t know why I was surprised she was late. Zelda was a lways late. I guess I was a little upset because she knew this was important to me.
    The crowd was starting to flow into the arena, so I glanced at my watch. There were still ten minutes before the game started and I had to assume, much like a movie has coming attractions before the movie you’ve actually paid to see starts, the hockey game would have some kind of pre-game rituals before the actual game started.
    I had never been to a professional hockey game before so I had no point of reference. My exposure to hockey was going to see all of Austin’s high school games. I never cared about sports and didn’t particularly care about hockey but I cared enough about Austin to support him when he played.
    Too bad that caring only went one way.
    When I saw white cotton flowing in the distance, I knew it had to be my sister. Who else would wear a white skirt and blouse to a hockey game? Not that I was dressed much better. Everyone else seemed to be wearing hockey jerseys and jeans. I did the best I could to blend in with my black jeans and black tank top under a flowered blouse. It wasn’t exactly hockey attire but it was the closest thing to casual I had in my closet.
    “I can’t wait to see your hockey hunk,” Zelda said as she grabbed my elbow and we headed into the stadium.
    “He’s not my hockey hunk,” I corrected.
    “But he is a hunk, isn’t he? Otherwise, why are we even here?”
    “I guess you could call him a hunk,” I said already exasperated.
    “And you want him to be yours, don’t you?” she prodded.
    “I suppose,” I admitted.
    “Well, there you go.”
    Our seats were close to the ice and right behind the players. It was kind of intimidating to be so close to everything.
    And a lot colder than I expected.
    I should have trusted my gut instincts and brought a jacket with me. I crossed my arms over my chest in an effort to keep myself warm.
    “Do you want me to get beer?” my sister asked. “I think you need to loosen up a bit.”
    I didn’t drink very often but I wasn’t against it. I just didn’t have much opportunity. I wasn’t exactly a social butterfly.
    “Okay,” I agreed finally and my sister grinned.
    “I’m really starting to like the new Taylor. Whatever your hockey hunk is doing, he should keep doing it.”
    “I told you he’s not my hockey hunk,” I repeated.
    She actually rolled her eyes at me. “Whatever you say.” Then she rose and headed toward the concession stand.
    I didn’t want to tell my sister that I was uptight , because being in the arena, looking out at the ice, reminded me so much of Austin. He was the star of our high school’s hockey team and every girl in the school had a crush on him. Boy, did I think it was something special when he asked me out. He could have had any girl in the high school and he chose me.
    I didn’t realize until much later that he chose me with a very specific purpose in mind and I fell right into his trap.
    I shivered at the memories being in a hockey arena evoked. Would I always link hockey with the hell that Austin put me through? If so, what would