leg?”
“Great, I’m ready to rock,” he said just as Phillip Anderson cuffed him hard on the shoulder.
“JT, bro! You look like hell run over twice,” he laughed and Jordie grinned.
“I’m hitting up the barbershop after this. You know I don’t trust anyone but Billy Ray with this gorgeous mug,” he said, flashing his teeth, and Phillip laughed.
“If you can walk. Man, Karson’s sister is sadistic,” he said in a mock whisper. “She scares me.”
“But man, she has hands like a dream. My back’s been tweaking, but she rubs it out great,” Erik Titov said, and Jordie could definitely get behind that statement. Kacey did have great hands. Strong, and she knew how to work them. A chill ran down his spine at the thought, and he decided that he needed a nice rubdown by her.
“Good to see you, JT,” Lucas Brooks called at him and Jordie shook his hand with a nod, but before he could say anything, a large hand came down on his shoulder.
Looking over, he saw his captain and smiled. “Hey, Cap.”
Shea Adler nodded, squeezing Jordie’s shoulder. “Hey, Thomas, ready for the season?”
He nodded. “Yeah, absolutely.”
“Awesome, it’s good to have you back. Despite looking like a bird is making a home in your beard, you look good. Healthy.”
Jordie smiled as his cheeks grew a little darker. He wasn’t sure what Elli had told him about the night before, and it was hard to look into Shea’s eyes. But Jordie did it, nodding his head as he said, “Yeah. I feel that way.”
“Awesome, Elli said you’re joining us at church on Sunday? The boys are excited for Uncle Jordie to show up,” he said with a proud grin. Shea loved his kids, probably more than life itself. For sure, hockey, because rumor was that this was Shea’s last year. It was really a bummer, but at the same time, Shea wanted to be home with his kids. Elli was busy with the team and raising the whole Adler clan, and she was doing a stellar job at both, but it had to be nice to have some help. As much as no one wanted to see Shea go, they knew where his priorities were.
“Yeah, me too.” Jordie beamed.
“Jordie? What, you found Jesus, bro?” Phillip teased and everyone chuckled but Shea and Karson. They both just smiled as Jordie nodded.
“You can say that.”
Phillip laughed along with the guys. It wasn’t a secret that Jordie wasn’t too keen on praising the Lord. All of them had invited him to church on previous occasions and Jordie had quickly declined, so it didn’t bother him that they teased him. For the longest time, he was convinced the church would burn down and the roof would open to the good Lord above shaking his finger at him if he ever stepped foot inside. But he soon learned that wasn’t the case.
“Crazy,” Erik joked as Lucas laughed.
“Busting your leg apparently did you some good, eh?” Phillip asked and Jordie shrugged.
“Guess so.”
“Shit, next thing you know, you’ll tell me you’re sober or something,” Lucas said. And the guys all laughed since that was comical; who would ever expect Jordie to stop drinking? Jordie noticed that Karson and Shea had gone mute, both of them looking at Jordie with sympathy in their eyes. Probably waiting for his next move.
“Yeah. I am.”
The laughter stopped as they all gaped at him. Again, it was a shocking statement. He was pretty sure he’d been drunk seventy percent of the time he was with the guys. He was the life of the party, they had a good time, but he would have to learn to do that without alcohol.
He could do it.
“Hundred and eight days sober,” Jordie said slowly with a nod of his head.
He was proud of that number. It wasn’t a year, but he would get there and he would ignore that he had almost ruined it all last night.
“And we are fucking proud, Thomas,” Shea said, cupping his shoulder. “Everything in the past is the past. We are looking forward now. Strive to be better than you were yesterday and you’ll succeed. Especially with all us busting your chops to be the man we know you can be.”
With that statement, he knew that Elli had told Shea about the night before. Instantly, Jordie felt two inches tall, but then, his words were very uplifting too. Shea was the kind of man every man strived to be. No one wanted to be looked down on by Shea, and