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night I felt a little bad when we all went out and she was sitting by herself in the lobby bar,” Don confessed.
    They all looked at him as if he were nuts. The last thing any of them wanted was a reporter—especially a woman—hanging around when they relaxed and cut loose. Be it relaxing in a strip club or nothing more than discussing an opposing team in the hotel bar, everything stayed within the team.
    â€œWell,” Donny backpedaled as he dealt, “I hate to see any woman sitting alone.”
    â€œIt was kind of pathetic,” Grizzell added.
    Luc looked over his cards and placed his bet. “Don’t tell me you feel bad too, Bear?”
    â€œHell, no. She’s got to go.” He threw down his cards. “I’m out for good.”
    â€œToo rich for your blood?”
    â€œNah, I’m going to kick back and read for the rest of the flight.” Everyone knew that the Bear didn’t read anything that didn’t have pictures. “Reading is fundamental.”
    â€œYou got a Playboy ?” Don asked.
    â€œI picked up a Him last night after the game, but I haven’t been able to get it away from the Stromster,” he said, referring to the rookie Daniel Holstrom. “He’s learning English by reading The Life of Honey Pie . ”
    They all laughed as Don recorded Bressler’s win in the book. Living in Seattle especially, a lot of them were fans of Honey Pie. They read her column each month to see who she was screwing into a coma and where she’d left the body.
    Luc shuffled the cards and glanced over at Jane sleeping peacefully. No doubt she was the kind of woman who’d get her panties in a twist if she saw one of the guys reading porn.
    The talk around him turned to the previous night’s game. No one was satisfied with the tie, least of all Luc. Phoenix had made twenty-two scoring attempts, and he’d made twenty-one saves. Not a bad night at the office, but out of all the shots on goal that night, he’d love to have that one back. Not necessarily because it went into the net, but because the goal had been more a fluke than a skilled shot. While Luc was intensely competitive and hated to lose, he really hated to lose on a fluke rather than a contest of skills.
    Luc glanced again across the aisle to the woman sleeping like the dead. Her chest moved as her softly parted lips drew breath. Was last night’s tie a fluke? A loss in the normal course of the season? Probably, but Luc had a lot on his mind these days, and that goal had come a bit too easy. Was his personal life affecting his game? He had yet to hear anything from his personal manager, and the Marie situation was still unresolved.
    In her sleep, Jane pushed her hair from her face. Or was this the beginning of the curse of the woman reporter? Of course, one tie didn’t a curse make. But it might be the beginning if they lost this Friday night in Dallas.
    As if Bressler had read Luc’s thoughts, he said, “Did you know that it was considered bad luck for a woman to board a pirate ship?”
    Luc hadn’t known that, but it made perfect sense to him. There was nothing that could mess up a man’s life quicker than an unwanted female.
    Friday night the Chinooks lost in a four–three nail-biter with Dallas. Saturday morning while Luc waited outside for the bus to take them back to DFW, he read the sports section of the Dallas Morning News .
    The headline read, “Chinooks Spill Blood and Guts,” and that pretty much summed up the game after Chinooks rookie Daniel Holstrom took a puck to his cheek early in the second frame. The puck that dropped Holstrom like a rock had come from a Dallas stick. Holstrom had been helped off the ice and hadn’t returned. Tempers flared, retaliation was sought. The Hammer mixed it up with the Dallas offense, grabbing a winger in the third period and giving him a glove rub in the alley.
    After that, things got ugly, and