29.

D.

Dale Ronson (Ronner)

40.

R.

Jared Rupp (Rupper)

44.

D.

Andrew Ross (Rosser)

55.

D.

Ryan Kirby (Kirbster)

63.

D.

Hugh Land (Hughie)

MANAGEMENT AND COACHING STAFF.

General Manager Ian Yarish a.s.sistant General Manager Joe Bridges Head Coach Brad Wendell a.s.sistant Coach Al Boscoe a.s.sistant Coach Danny Curran a.s.sistant Coach Austin Thorne Goaltending Coach Hank Holden

TRAINING STAFF.

Head Athletic Therapist Tony Jones a.s.sistant Athletic Therapist Luke Nowicki Head Equipment Manager Jeff Julius a.s.sistant Equipment Manager Jim Moshen Ma.s.sage Therapist Cal Friesen

BY KELLY JAMIESON.

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Read on for an excerpt from

Dancing in the Rain

by Kelly Jamieson

Available from Loveswept

Chapter 1.

Drew slumped down into the couch and drank more beer, watching Die Hard for about the hundredth time.

The sharp peal of his doorbell startled him. His head jerked up. s.h.i.t. Who was at his door? It better not be someone trying to save his soul, because the mood he was in, he was pretty sure he was beyond redemption. Hey, maybe he'd strip down and answer the door naked. That would scare them away.

Genius idea. He stood and whipped his T-shirt over his head, shoved down the athletic shorts he wore with no underwear, and headed to the door, leaving his clothes crumpled on the rug. Seeing the look on their faces would be the highlight of his s.h.i.tty week. It actually made him grin.

He yanked open his front door, ready for their shock...but his own mouth dropped open at seeing Peyton Watt standing there.

His grin faded.

Her eyes went huge.

Her gaze tracked down his naked body all the way to his toes, then back up. She met his eyes. "What the h.e.l.l are you doing?" Her head moved from side to side in disbelief.

"f.u.c.k me." He closed his eyes.

"No, thank you." She strode in past him. "Clearly you were expecting someone else, if that's what you want. Sorry if I'm interrupting other plans."

He stepped aside and moved behind the door, poking his head around it. Christ. "I wasn't expecting anyone," he growled. "I thought you were some Jehovah's Witnesses here to tell me about salvation."

She whirled around and stared at him. "Seriously? You answered the door naked thinking it was Jehovah's Witnesses?"

"Uh, yeah." He rubbed the back of his head. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."