Jack

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Maddie

"He told you everything?" I asked not believing what Jack was telling me. Apparently Mr. Green told him about our conversation, and I wasn't sure what to say.

"You should have told me Maddie," he said upset with me.

"Oh Jack, I should have, but if that was the way it was going to be then I would quit before you could. I would just do something different till your days of playing were done. Heck, I could be your agent."

He laughed. "I bet you would get us a hell of a deal."

"Oh I would. When my brother's time came to redo his contract I would take care of that too. I would get the bastards to pay up." I said thinking about it more and more.

"Relax baby, I just wanted you to know what was said. He seems worried about the press conference, do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," I said meaning it.

"Then don't answer your phone or talk to any reporters, or anyone. If this goes south just be ready to welcome me home when I come crawling back."

"Oh Jack, I'll quit, then you can sign with any team and we can be together." I countered.

"Maddie, you love your job, I'll quit."

"Jack, you have the potential to make more money than I do. I will follow you."

"I don't love my job Maddie, not like you do, it will all work out."

"Jack Crabb, don't you do anything stupid. I can't be your agent if you quit." I countered trying to keep it lighthearted.

"Oh baby, you can be my agent forever." He said and it sounded like a lot more than just an idle promise.

"Then don't do anything stupid. Tonight, make it about you Jack. Make your line great. Make everyone remember why they need you and Eric and Cussman. Beat the other team soundly, do it for me."

He laughed. "You know it's the Cannons right, the number one team in the East?"

"Of course I do. No better way to make a statement then destroying the best team. Now Mr. Crabb, go beat their ass for me." I said laughing.

"Yes Maim, anything for you." He hung up and I turned on the game. I was home tonight and I wouldn't be having anyone over. Tonight I would watch, maybe for the last time, my man play the game that he loved.

Jack

"Change, change, change," Coach called and we flew over the wall.

Frenchey got me the puck and I swung it to Cussman, he flew it to the kid who with a great back hand dropped it in the net. The buzzer sounded, and the light came on. We were celebrating as they pulled their goalie. That would teach them to use their back up. We were better than our record and we had something to prove.

First period, three to nothing, and we were feeling good. My line stayed on the ice since we hadn't been out long and I saw the kid having trouble in the circle while the back up goalie was still getting ready.

I skated over just as I heard the cannon player say something to the kid. "Pretty hot shit, we can fix that, if you aren't scoring, your team doesn't score, and I know how to make sure you don't score again."