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lady like that,” Darby said with a shake of his head.
    Landon didn’t think she was a lady, and the last thing she wanted to do was talk about Landon and what he thought of her. “I suppose I’ll need a crash course in hockey.” Her face felt a little numb from the shock.
    “You can hire an assistant,” one of the coaches suggested. “Virgil had one until the lockout. After that, I don’t know what happened to Jules.”
    She’d never heard of a Jules. “Jules?” Her voice sounded strange and she had to fight the urge to put her forehead on the table and groan. What had she just done?
    “Julian Garcia,” Darcy answered. “I’ll see if I can dig up his number for you.”
    “Thank you.” She guessed she was keeping Virgil’s team. At least for now, and she really didn’t know what else to say but, “I’ll do what I can to make sure you all get the Stanley Cup. That was Virgil’s dream and I know he was looking at acquiring players to make the team even stronger.” Or at least she thought she’d heard him mention it.
    “The trade deadline has passed. Our roster is set, but next season we sure could use a guy in the blue zone with a mean right hook,” someone at the end of the table said.
    Faith wasn’t sure what that meant, but no one seemed to notice, as they talked over and around her in rapid-fire succession as if she wasn’t even there.
    “Someone who can defend as well as fight.”
    “We’ve got Sam.”
    “Liking to fight and intimating your opponents are two different things,” Ty added to the conversation as he took his seat at the end of the table. “Sam’s better feeding the puck up ice than he is at fighting. No one’s afraid of Sam.”
    “That’s true.”
    “Andre and Frankie are both coming along.”
    “Not fast enough. We need someone like George Parros, but who can shoot the puck like Patrick Sharp.”
    “Someone like Ted Lindsay.”
    Coach Nystrom said, “Yeah, like ‘Terrible Ted.’”
    They all nodded as if ‘Terrible Ted’ was their guy. Faith’s head was spinning and the conversation swirling around her made her feel as if she might hyperventilate. She had every right to hyperventilate; her life was spinning out of control, but she figured she probably shouldn’t pass out on her first day as owner. It might look bad. “Howmuch to get this guy? This Terrible Ted?” she asked in an effort to join the conversation and not appear so absolutely clueless.
    The conversation came to a halt and their heads pivoted to stare at her. Somehow she’d rendered them all speechless. All except Ty Savage. His eyes squinted as if he was in pain. “We’re fucked.”
    “Saint, there’s a lady in the room,” a man in a Chinooks cap admonished.
    “Sorry.” Then Ty tilted his head back and said, “We’re screwed like a crack whore on payday, eh?”
    She looked across at Darby. “What?”
    “Ted retired in nineteen sixty-five.” He tried to give her a comforting smile but it looked as pain-filled as Ty’s squinty eyes. “Before you were born.”
    “Oh.” She guessed that meant Terrible Ted wasn’t available. So much for not appearing clueless.

Chapter 3
    T hen she looked at us with those big green eyes and asked how much to get Terrible Ted to play for the Chinooks?”
    Pavel Savage choked on the beer he held to his lips and lowered the mug to the table. “You’re screwed.” He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
    Ty nodded and took a long drink of his Labatt’s. His father had shown up at his house an hour ago, unexpected. Like always. “Yep. That’s what I said.” He set down the bottle and picked up his driver. Since his father’s arrival, the two of them had talked about last night’s game against Vancouver and Round Two, tomorrow night. They’d talked about Virgil’s death and what it meant forTy’s chances at the cup. “The GM suggested she dig up Virgil’s old assistant.” He stood with his feet a shoulders’ width apart and placed the