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always fun, and seeing them on the ice exuberant and excited sent me back to that time when ice and hockey were everything to me. When just the smell of the rink, the cold air, and the sound of skates had my heart beating faster and I couldn't imagine living a life without the game. I had seen plenty of pictures of myself when I still played, and the joy on my face couldn't have been more obvious. If I wasn't certain of anything else, I at least still knew hockey was my first and only love.
    Those days were gone, unfortunately, and now the closest I could get to that joy was the few friendly games here and there and the same expressions on those kids' faces that I once had on mine. Still, some days were better than others, and on ones like this, right after practice, I headed straight to the gym, where I pretty much ruined myself. It came down to hours on the bike, track, and with weights above me, trying to forget something long gone and remember that I was too old to play anyway.
    Utterly exhausted and still feeling mellow, I stopped in a coffee shop to satisfy my daily need for caffeine. It wasn't my favorite but on occasion I sat in there after gym and enjoyed the few minutes with my drug of choice and the heat of the cup between my fingers.
    The only difference this time was the familiar face next to my usual table and the sudden indecision if I should just leave or join him.
    Troy had a half-eaten croissant in front of him, a cup of coffee and a pen between his lips. He was reading something and alternatively sucking and chewing on the tip of the pen. He sneaked his tongue out every once in a while, pushed his hair further up, but none of it was as eye-catching as the little adorable frown as if whatever text was pissing him off.
    I still liked him, rather pathetically so, and with my decision made I would have headed his way even without the rushing customer behind me pushing me in her urgent need to pass.
    "Do you mind if I join you?" I asked when I stopped next to his table.
    Troy startled and looked at me, all wide-eyed and rather fuckable before realizing who was speaking to him in the first place. With a little hesitation he nodded at the seat across from him, removing the pen from his mouth, and I happily slid down, keeping both my interest and my gaze on him.
    "I come here every once in a while, but I haven't seen you in here before," I told him as I took a sip of my still too hot coffee.
    "It's my lunch time and I didn't feel like staying in the office today. It happens on occasion." He looked sheepish, as if realizing something, but then he looked at me saying, "How about you?"
    "I had practice with the kids early this morning, and then I went to the gym. Needed my coffee before heading home and to work."
    "That seems like a hell of a lot of workout," he mumbled, still looking at me. I found I rather liked his attention.
    "I kept them a bit longer today, but I spent almost three hours at the gym. I had to get my groove back." I winked at him.
    Troy seemed amused and rather curious. "And you do it three times a week?"
    "With kids, yes. I'm at the gym four or five times a week and there's usually a game over the weekend for us big kids." But it was more than simple amusement, too. I could honestly say, I felt happy spending time with him, and it was difficult to stop smiling after each exchanged word.
    "Jesus. You must have a body of steel." Troy blurted out only to color nicely afterwards and look down at the table.
    I rather enjoyed the compliment and would have been more than willing to show off the goods. But I wanted to go slow with Troy, needed him to like me as more than a good body underneath the clothes, so I just said, "I do all right. If I didn't enjoy it I would probably tone down the exercise. But it's pretty much the opposite with me. I miss the games and once a week never seems enough."
    "Why don't you play more often then?" Troy cocked his head to the side, seemingly recovered.
    "Lack of time and