I told Gordon the next night that Jamie had been traded, as we made coffee in the breakroom at work. And I told him about the letter and the hook-up in Miami.

"Now be real with me, Lis. What was the best thing about Jamie? Or your relationship with him? And don't tell me it was the sex.”

"Oh, but the sex was so good."

"Really?"

"Oh my God, yes.” I leaned against a wall and crossed my legs at the knees. I swore I could still feel his hand inside me. “But it wasn't just that. Jamie had a sweet soul. He made so much money to play a game, but he wasn't just some dumb jock. He's a very smart guy, just sort of ... sheltered."

"How are you sheltered when you're a professional hockey player?"

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