Chapter 11

"He brought what?" I thought I had misheard her. The receptionist repeated herself. "The Stanley Cup. Mr. Harrison said he wants to present it to you personally." Jordan stared at me in disbelief. "Has he lost his mind?" Before I could answer, Blake walked in. He wore a dark shirt and carried the silver trophy in both hands. The two employees at the front desk stared at him in astonishment. "Natalie." The moment Blake saw me, a smile spread across his face. "I finally get to see you." "What...