The morning air was cold, but I didn't feel it. I spent an hour in front of the mirror, dressing for a war again.
We just really can't seem to catch a break.
I chose a sharp, tailored black suit that made me look like the woman my father had raised me to be, the ruthless kind.
I didn't tell Luca where I was going and I don't think I need to because I'm not trying to hide it from him but I would rather he hear it from me after I'm done. This wasn't his fight anymore.
When I arrived at the New York Rangers' executive offices, the receptionist looked at me with wide eyes. I didn't have an appointment, but I didn't stop at the desk. I walked right past her toward the heavy mahogany doors at the end of the hall.
This was the office of Mr. Sterling, the man who owned the team and practical
