“Perfect.” He opened the door. “Look forward to it.”
“Me, too.” Her soft smile sent a tiny crack through the ice that had encased his heart since Adam’s death.
As she drove off, Jake walked up the path, whistling.
Tru met him at the door. “You ready to skate?”
“Give me five to get changed and grab my stuff.”
Tru was waiting in the kitchen with the two moms when he returned. “Good day?”
“Nightmare.” Jake told them about the places he’d seen.
“It takes time to find a home.” Aunt Karina patted his arm.
“That’s what Maggie says.”
“She’s a sensible girl.” His mom nodded, her expression serious.
“Pretty as a photo, too,” Aunt Karina added.
“Picture, Mom,” Tru corrected, smiling. “Pretty as a picture,”
Aunt Karina shrugged. “Picture, photo. Is the same, no?”
“Sure.” Before either mom could expand on the subject of Maggie, Jake said, “Gotta hit the road.”
They tossed their gear in the back of Tru’s Range Rover and set off. They’d barely gone a mile before his friend asked, “How’s it going with the lovely Maggie?”
“Okay. It’s harder than I thought to find the right place.”
“That wasn’t what I meant. Have you asked her out yet?”
“Why would I do that?”
Tru quirked an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“How many more times do I have to say it? No more women.”
“Yeah, yeah. But Maggie isn’t like your other women.”
“She’s still a distraction I don’t need.” No way he was telling Tru how much of a distraction. “Besides, she looks like the type who wants a serious relationship. And she has a kid.” He stopped, not wanting to overcook his objections. “I sure as hell can’t deal with that now. Maybe next June, after we’ve won the Cup.”
His friend shook his head sadly. “You’re throwing out the baby with the bathwater.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re cutting everything but hockey out of your life. Why? Most NHL players have a life outside hockey.”
Jake glared at him.
“You can’t keep punishing yourself over the crash,” his friend said quietly. “Adam’s death wasn’t your fault. He couldn’t handle that new Porsche. There was nothing you could have done.”
The pain that sliced through Jake’s gut was as acute as if the accident had been last night, not six months ago. “That’s the point—I did nothing. I was more interested in getting to that party and the twin puck bunnies than finding out what was wrong with Adam.”
The truth was he hadn’t wanted to do anything. He’d been fed up with his friend’s volatile, irrational behavior—laughing and joking one minute and erupting angrily the next. Been annoyed that it had affected Adam’s play, making him unreliable. Instead of trying to get to the bottom of his friend’s problems, especially when the media and the fans had been brutal about Adam’s inconsistency, Jake had ignored them, hoping they’d go away.
Some friend he’d been. And Adam had paid the price.
“You weren’t the only one. The whole team, even his roommate, had lost patience with him.” Tru punched his arm. “You aren’t in the cape-and-tights league, bro.”
Jake’s bitter laugh was humorless. “Adam’s funeral made that damn clear.”
He recalled that miserable day. Mrs. Stewart weeping over her son’s coffin. Mr. Stewart looking bewildered. Adam’s roommate, Nick, avoiding Jake, like he blamed him for Adam’s death. Those damn display boards, cataloging every year of Adam’s too-short life and every stage of his too-short hockey career. Each one a heartrending reminder of what a good man Adam had been.
And how worthless Jake was.
“There, but for the grace of God and a seat belt,” he muttered.
“You’re not giving me that crap about how it should have been you?”
“Nah. Haven’t you heard? Only the good die young.”
“Don’t turn Adam into a saint. He was human, with faults like the rest of us. He nearly killed you in that accident.”
“If it’d been me—” Jake held up a hand to forestall Tru’s objection “—what kind of tributes would I have had? Nothing to make anyone proud of me.” His chest tightened.
Tru snorted with disgust. “Can the pity party. To paraphrase Saint Adam, most guys would give a left nut to have one night in your shoes. You’re always the same—all or nothing. When you set yourself a goal, it’s impossible to get you to veer from the path.” Tru calmed his tone. “Single-minded determination is great, but not for your personal life. There has to be a middle ground.”