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been eating. She was really skinny—too skinny, actually—so she could probably use a full meal, something balanced.
    Soupy and Rachel lived across the hall, though, and Rachel would have been here the whole time the team had been gone. Soupy’s real name was Brenden Campbell. He was one of my new teammates, and he’d lived here with Babs until the day of my trade. That day, he had proposed to his girlfriend and moved in with her and her kids. Surely they would have something I could feed Noelle.
    I’d just opened my door to head over there when I saw Soupy and Rachel heading my way from the elevator. Rachel was holding the hand of her little girl, and the boy was fast asleep in Soupy’s arms. Rachel and the kids were all petite redheads with tons of freckles. Soupy and I looked like giants next to them.
    Rachel smiled when she saw me. “Hey, Kally.” She didn’t keep her voice down, even though her son was out cold and they were still at least halfway down the hall from our doors.
    That was what the guys all called me. Pretty much every player in the NHL gets a nickname or three in their career, and Rachel was the assistant to the Storm’s general manager. She tended to call most of the boys by their nicknames.
    I waited until they got a little closer because I didn’t want to be the one to wake the kid up. “Hey, Rachel. Soupy.”
    Soupy just nodded and tossed the boy up higher on his shoulder so he could get an arm free and unlock their door.
    “ Movie night,” Rachel explained. “Tuck is plum tuckered out. What’s going on?” She said things differently from anyone I’d ever known, like plum tuckered out . Soupy said it was because she was from Texas. He adored that about her. I just thought it was a little odd.
    “ I, uh… I need a favor,” I said.
    Soupy spun around before he’d gotten the door open. “What’s up?”
    There wasn’t any sense in beating around the bush. “I brought a homeless woman back to our place after the car she’d been living out of caught fire on the highway, and I don’t have anything to feed her. Do you… Is there anything you can give me for her?”
    Not even half a second passed before Rachel had taken the keys from Soupy’s hand, unlocked the door, and ushered everyone inside. I followed, even though I didn’t know if that meant she would help. She went straight to her kitchen and was pulling things out of the refrigerator.
    “ I’ll leave Rachel to it, then,” Soupy said, chuckling as he carried Tuck off down the hall.
    “ Maddie, get me some grocery bags from the bottom drawer,” Rachel said from halfway inside her fridge. Then she called out over her shoulder, “She was living in her car, and it caught fire? We heard about a car fire on the radio on our way home, but I never imagined—” She stopped and straightened up all of a sudden. “Wait. Does she have any clothes?”
    “ Just what she was wearing,” I said, slightly dazed from watching the pile of food on the counter grow. “She’s in the shower now. I was going to wash her clothes so she can wear them tomorrow when I take her shopping.”
    “ Any idea what size she is?” Rachel closed the refrigerator door. The counter was overflowing with what looked like half a shopping cart full of everything imaginable. She took the bags Maddie handed her and started stuffing them.
    I’d never even known what size Liv had been, and clothing sizes in Europe were far different than they were in the States. I shook my head. I couldn’t even make a guess. “A few inches taller than you, probably. And skinny. Really skinny.” Too damn skinny.
    “ Thinner than me?” Rachel asked, turning to the side so I could gauge her waist.
    I nodded and took a bag, helping her to load up everything she’d emptied onto the counter. Rachel was petite but curvy. Noelle might have a few curves hidden under that dress, but mainly she was just thin.
    “ Like Sara Thomas?” Rachel asked. Sara was the head coach’s