Practice ended without any real warning.One moment the ice was loud with drills and shouted cues, the next the intensity simply bled away. Sticks stopped cracking against the ice. Players coasted toward the benches, loose and loud again.Jamie stayed where he was, notebook forgotten on his knee.He’d been staring at Max.Pretty openly, if he was honest. But from up here, from behind the glass, he was fairly certain no one could tell. Everyone stared during practice, right? That was normal. Expected, even.One small upside of this entire situation, he decided, was that he was now technically allowed to look at Max.One major downside was that he was going to have to interview him.Very shortly.Alone.In a tiny room.Where Max would sit across from him and listen to a familiar voice asking him multiple questions and, hopefully, not recognize it.Jamie exhaled slowly through his nose and forced himself to stand. His legs felt a little unsteady as he slung his bag over his shoulder and
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