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“Go get some gear on,” Bridget ordered.

“Seriously?”

“Chicken?” she asked.

Mike laughed. He felt like a seven-year-old being dared.

“So what position am I supposed to play?”

“I thought you were a goalie,” she taunted.

Challenge accepted. He wasn’t sure what she thought she was trying to prove, but he could handle a girl in road hockey, even if his game had been off lately.

“So what are the rules?” he asked once they’d strapped on their pads. He tapped his stick on the pavement.

“I’m going to score. You’re going to try to stop me. Play to five?”

“We’ll need to stop before that. You’re not going to score.”

She was good. He had to give her that. Much better than he’d expected. Mike, however, was better than good. He was one of the best. He was soon in his zone, watching her every move and expression. She didn’t score, though she came close.

After fifteen furious minutes, Bridget called time. “I guess I owe you an apology.”

Mike looked down at her. “It’s okay. I admit to provoking you. And this was actually a lot of fun. You’re not bad—for a girl.” He grinned at her.

“You’re not bad, either—for a...for a guy from Quebec.”