Power play, p.1
Power Play, page 1
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Power Play
ISBN: 978-1-64890-325-0
© 2021 K.R. Collins
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Published in July, 2021 by NineStar Press, New Mexico, USA.
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Power Play
Sophie Fournier, Book Five
K.R. Collins
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
About the Author
To my family.
Chapter One
And that’s how it’s fucking done.
Lexie’s text is accompanied by a link to an article: Indianapolis’s Young Stars Sign Matching Contracts 10x10. Lexie dragged Chad Kensington into her contract negotiations and demanded they be paid equally.
Sophie texts back.
Good for you.
She means it. Sophie was the first woman to re-sign, and her team undervalued her. The contract Lexie signed is what Sophie deserved. Her term and salary are much lower. She was told to be grateful she was re-signed at all.
This will mean a resurgence in questions about her contract. With so few women in the League, reporters jump at every opportunity to compare them. And, knowing Lexie, she’ll jump at the opportunity to measure herself against Sophie. At least it’ll be a break from talking about another disappointing season.
Sophie made history in 2014 by winning the Maple Cup. It was Concord’s first Cup in franchise history, and she did it alongside Elsa Nyberg. They were the first two women drafted to the North American Hockey League and the first two to win the League’s most coveted prize.
The following year saw a second-round exit. Last year they made it to the Conference Finals, but they lost in five games. This year will be their year again. They locked up Teddy and Kevlar last summer, and Elsa’s negotiating her contract now. They have a strong core. They’ll win another Cup.
She isn’t sure how much longer she’ll last if she doesn’t.
Growing up, her dream was always to play in the NAHL. She fell in love with hockey the first time her brother took her on the outdoor pond with him. The NAHL became her ambition as she watched the Montreal Mammoths lift the Cup, year after year, in their historic Cup run. Her mémé spoke of the players in reverent, hushed tones. She bought Sophie her first jersey and took her to her first professional game. She saw the way the whole city loved their team and told herself one day it would be her lifting the Cup. And she has.
But once isn’t enough. She has a Maple Cup ring, proof of the achievement. She has NAHL records and scoring titles and a sandwich named after her at the arena, but she also has two disappointing seasons, and people are looking for someone to blame. Sophie, as the captain, is an easy target. So is the coach.
She and Coach Butler haven’t always been on the same page over the years. He’s a demanding man who knows how to wring the best out of his players. He’s blunt and brash and, in his opinion, is always right. He’s a contrast to Sophie who grew up learning to moderate herself. On the ice, she can be dynamic but off it she’s composed and calm to the point of being boring. The difference in personality has put her and her coach at odds in the past, but this season they have the same goal: win the Cup and silence the doubters.
Sophie’s phone buzzes with another text from Lexie.
You should come train with me. You might learn something.
There isn’t enough room for anyone else next to your ego.
Lexie sends her a couple of laughing emojis.
Next summer. I’ll even let you crash my Cup party.
Sophie rolls her eyes.
*
Lexie isn’t content heckling Sophie via text. She does a bunch of interviews after she signs her contract, and she pokes at Sophie in every single one.
“Sophie Fournier is the only other woman to sign a contract extension, and yours is much better than hers,” Carol Rogers from After the Whistle says. “You haven’t had nearly the same success she has. How did you convince the front office to give you this deal?”
“Everyone knows Concord lowballed Sophie, and she let them. It meant I wasn’t going to use her as a comparable. Indy drafted Kenny and I together and put us on the same line. We negotiated together. We’re equals.”
“You two have certainly become synonymous with Renegades hockey. Do you worry with your contracts Indy won’t have the room to sign Steele next year? Is this the beginning of the end of the red, white, and blue line?”
“There’s room for the players we need.”
Sophie watches and reads everything Lexie does and uses it to compose her counternarrative.
“Your contract is back in the news,” Ed Rickers says over the phone. Sophie can hear the smile in his words. “Do you regret signing it?”
“No, I’m proud to be a Concord Condor. Being the first woman drafted into the NAHL means I’ve navigated many other firsts. I’m glad Lexie was able to sign a good contract.”
“And yours?” Rickers prompts.
“It was a good contract for me.” I’m being paid to do what I love. Is there anything better? “And it was a good contract for the team. We had the space to extend Teddy and Kevlar last summer, and Elsa’s signing her extension this summer. I want to be a Condor for life, and I want to keep this core together.”
“Are you suggesting Engelking’s contract will hurt her team?”
“I was talking about my contract, not Lexie’s. I know I make an easy target, but I did think before I signed. Was the money or term as high as Dmitri Ivanov’s or Lexie’s or Kensington’s? No. But money wasn’t my only consideration. Concord has become my home. I want to make my career here.”
Rickers reads between the lines of her answers, adds a journalistic flair, and publishes an article propping up Sophie’s team-friendly deal and predicting how long until Lexie and Kensington’s contracts sink the Renegades.
It doesn’t take long for Lexie to call her. “So, I’m a selfish, money-grubbing bitch?”
“And I’m a spineless, desperate one.”
“I really pissed you off, didn’t I?” Lexie sounds happy because she’s a hyper competitive freak. “That or you don’t want to admit how shitty your contract is.”
“We’ve been over this. It was the best they offered. I would’ve signed for twelve years if they asked. But there’s a difference between what I feel and what I say. It’s called having a filter.”
“It’s called being a liar. Did you tell Nyberg she should accept the first shitty offer to keep the front office happy?”
“After your signing, I’d say she’s looking at twelve years, twelve million since she has a Cup and an Alain Benoit to her name.”
“Are you going to bring any of this fight into the season?”
Lexie hangs up before Sophie can answer.
*
Elsa signs a four year, eight million a year contract.
Sophie’s phone buzzes, probably Lexie gloating so she ignores it. It keeps buzzing, a phone call not a text. It’s Elsa. Sophie almost knocks her phone off the counter in her haste to answer.
“Hi.” Sophie’s cheeks stretch wide with her smile. “You’re staying.” Part of her worried with their recent struggles and how often Elsa and Coach Butler butt heads that she’d want to go somewhere else.
“Of course. You and me.”
“Condors for life,” Sophie finishes. She can’t help the niggling doubt. “Only four years?”
“Our contracts expire together. You and me,” she repeats. “We sign together next time.”
*
Sophie celebrates Elsa’s new contract with a new tattoo. On one hip she has 2013-2014 to commemorate their Cup winning season. On her other hip is her first tattoo. It’s a pair of crossed hockey sticks. In the space to the left is her number, 93. To the right, there’s open space. It was reserved for her NAHL number or maybe her draft selection. But she kept 93 when she made the jump, and she doesn’t want to immortalize being selected last out of 224. For years, her tattoo has been unbalanced, but now she knows exactly what to put there.
“A thirteen?” Brian asks. “That’s it?”
Like all the kids on their street growing up, Brian played hockey. He didn’t like the hockey part as much as he enjoyed using chalk to create rinks for them to play on. At “center ice” he always drew detailed replicas of the NAHL logos. He’s a trusted friend and
“Yep.”
He shrugs and motions for her to lie down. “Will I be doing a matching one?”
“It’s not like that. It’s a hockey thing.”
Elsa committed to four years and promised Sophie more than that. They’ll be teammates for their whole careers.
*
“Only four years?” Colby asks at dinner. “Didn’t she see Engelking’s contract? She could’ve pushed for more.”
Sophie’s mom sighs but she doesn’t ban hockey talk from the table the way she did when Sophie and Colby were kids.
“Our contracts expire at the same time.” Sophie loads her plate with home-cooked food. “We’re signing together next time.”
“Like Engelking and Kensington?”
Sophie wrinkles her nose and Colby laughs, because he’s a jerk.
“You shouldn’t tie yourself to another person like that,” her dad says.
“Pierre,” her mom begins as if she can defuse what’s sure to be a fight.
“Engelking and Kensington will sink each other and their whole franchise. You’re smarter than that.”
“I’m not tying my life to her. It’s not like we’re getting married. I’m linking our careers. Every great center has an elite winger. Stucki and Figuli. Johansson and Brindle. Elsa is mine. We never play as well as we do when we’re together.”
“It’s a bad idea.”
It’s my life. You don’t get to tell me how to live it.
“Mrs. Jackson’s tearing up her backyard to put in a butterfly garden,” Sophie’s mom says brightly. Her smile is strained.
Sophie breaks her staring contest with her dad. “It sounds pretty.”
“She could use some help. Her arthritis makes it hard for her to garden, but she wants someplace to sit outside when the weather is nice.”
“I’ll stop by after my run tomorrow and see if I can help.”
Another silence falls, but Sophie’s mom cheerfully breaks it again. “Where’s Charlotte tonight? She knows she’s invited to family dinner, right?”
“She had a work thing. Sofe, she says she’s sorry she missed you.”
“The three of us should go out sometime this week. Invite Brian and his wife.”
“So you can fifth wheel it?”
Her mom brightens. “Darlene’s son is home from university for the summer. You could invite him.”
Her dad clears his throat as he loads his plate up again. He’s never approved of distractions in Sophie’s life. Her entire focus had to be on hockey to make it to the NAHL. She can’t afford to slip now that she’s here.
“It’s okay, I don’t need someone.” She doesn’t want anyone, but she knows better than to say that to her mother.
Her mom’s smile falters. “Do you have a date to Jeffrey’s wedding? Maybe Dylan could go with you.”
Dylan Fontaine is an accounting major who works for his uncle’s tax firm during the summer. It’s probably where he’ll work full-time after he graduates. They’ve said hi at the grocery store, but they haven’t had a real conversation since they were kids.
“I’m bringing Colby. There’ll be free food and a bunch of NAHL-ers. He’ll love it.”
“Will Teddy be there?” Colby asks.
“All the North American guys will be there. Elsa sent a present but she’s not making the trip out from Sweden. Kuzy and Peets are staying in Russia. No one’s heard from Spitzer since the season ended, but he’s probably catching up with his family in Germany.”
“Teddy’s wedding is next summer,” her mom says. “Maybe you’ll have a date for that.”
“Maybe,” Sophie says.
*
After dinner, she and Colby do the dishes and then drive to their favorite ice cream stand. Sophie signs some napkins and takes a few pictures before she and Colby retreat to his car. They open the trunk and then sit to eat their ice cream, shaded from the summer sun.
“You could bring someone. You won’t hurt my feelings or anything.”
“There isn’t anyone.”
“Heads up, Mom’s going to corner you sometime this summer. She’s worried.”
Sophie groans. She has her dad on one side insisting she stay away from relationships and her mom on the other wishing Sophie will be in one. “There’s no boyfriend or prospective boyfriend in my life.”
“Girlfriend? Mom wouldn’t mind. Adoption’s a thing. She just wants you to be happy. And grandchildren.”
“I am happy. How’s Charlotte by the way? You’re Mom’s hope for grandchildren. I should tell her that when we chat.”
“Oh, no. You’re not turning this around on me. We’re talking about you.”
“What else is there to talk about?”
Colby’s quiet for a long moment, poking at his ice cream. “So, if I ask about Elsa—”
Sophie groans.
“You’re living together.”
“As teammates.”
Sophie loves Elsa, and she wants to spend the rest of her career with Elsa on her wing, but she doesn’t want to date her. Sophie’s never wanted to kiss someone before. She’s never felt a flutter in her chest when looking at another person. Until Elsa, Sophie couldn’t even imagine living with someone. They share a bed sometimes, but it’s platonic. It’s a teammates thing not a girlfriends thing.
Elsa’s different than her. She dates sometimes, but she hooks up a lot. She finds guys, sometimes women, at the bars and clubs they frequent after games. She’s always happier after those nights, an extra sparkle in her eyes. When the guys try to chirp her for her hickeys, she just smirks, proud. Sophie wants to throw up at the thought of anyone knowing so much about her personal life.
“Okay,” Colby says. “When are we doing final fittings for the wedding?”
“Saturday. You fly out the following Friday. Let me know when you land, and I’ll pick you up from the airport.”
“You’re going down early?”
“I’m in the wedding party. He’s dragging me to his stag party.”
“You’re going to a strip club?”
“Worse. Bowling. Merlin’s promised a night of cheap beer, shitty pizza, and glow-in-the-dark bowling.”
Colby laughs until she shoves him out of the car.
Chapter Two
Sophie’s summer is cut short when she flies to Washington, D.C. for training camp and the preliminary matches of the inaugural NAHL International Hockey Tournament.
Every four years, the Winter Games are played, showcasing the top talent in a variety of winter sports. The Helsinki Games, two years ago, were the first since women were allowed into the NAHL. Even though most of the European leagues were co-ed long before, there was still a fuss over whether women should play for the women’s or men’s teams.
The Winter Games Committee ruled women should play on the women’s teams and men on the men’s teams. The NAHL saw an opportunity to profit and launched the IHT. It’s international hockey but played by NAHL rules which means men and women can compete together.
This summer, they’ll play the seeding games and then the actual tournament will be held this winter. Sophie loves hockey and she loves her country, but she’d rather compete in the Winter Games every four years and be done. The IHT interrupts her summer, it’ll interrupt her season, and it takes some of the uniqueness from the Games.
On top of it all, it means she’ll have to compete against people she normally only plays with. Theo was selected to Team USA. Coach Butler will be coaching the American squad, and Sophie isn’t sure their fragile truce will survive direct competition. The first time she sees Elsa since she re-signed, they’ll be in the wrong uniforms.
Sophie checks into the hotel Team Canada’s using for the next three weeks and heads up to her room. It’s a standard hotel room, the kind she’s stayed in hundreds of times now in her career. She unpacks and then goes downstairs to see the set-up.
Meeting Room C has been taken over by couches, TVs, and two Ping-Pong tables. She turns on one of the TVs and hooks it up to her iPad so she can watch footage from the Winter Games on the big screen. She pulls up the Team USA-Team Canada gold medal match. These two teams will look almost identical in this tournament as they did two years ago.
The other countries will look different. Most of the European and Asian leagues don’t want to give up their players in the middle of the season for another league’s tournament. Dima told her the Russian leagues are sending players, because hockey is a point of national pride for his country. But neither Slovakia nor the Czech Republic can field a team made up of only NAHL players so there’s a Team Czechoslovakia.
