Last Chance Christmas
“strap Riley Elliot into a sled for a round of hockey with his friends.
The outdoor rink ice had been frozen the day before, but J.C. had wanted to groom it more and add another layer. He’d spent hours hand-grooming it with a special wand that layered water over the ice, like a Zamboni in miniature. Shea suspected he could have been done in half the time, but he’d seemed glad to be on the ice even if he didn’t have skates on. By today, the surface was great. Not as perfect as in indoor rink for sure, but with the quality control of the refrigeration coils hooked up to the chiller, the ice was the best she’d ever seen for an outdoor venue. Far better than it had been in her teen years when the weather and usage all took a big toll.
The upgrades J.C. had made were first class. And very, very generous. Because while NHL players, especially the elite ones, commanded big salaries, they didn’t make as much as many other professional athletes. J.C.’s home, while beautiful, wasn’t flashy.
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