Kelly Jamieson - Faceoff

This story is a Canadian fantasya hockey fantasy. Its been no secret for years that two businessmen wanted to purchase an NHL team and bring it back to Winnipeg. Despite years of rumors, disappointments and false reports of done deals, hockey fans in Winnipeg continued to fantasize about the NHL returning.

My earlier book Breakaway is the story of Jason Heller, a professional hockey player from Winnipeg who has three brothers. As I worked on edits to Breakaway, it seemed these Winnipeg businessmen were very close to purchasing the Phoenix Coyotes (which were the Winnipeg Jets up until 1996). Thinking ahead, I changed the team Tag Heller played for to a (fictional!) team in Phoenix (called the Stars, not the Coyotes) and when I started writing Faceoff, Tags story, I wrote the fantasythe NHL had returned to Winnipeg!

I had not yet submitted this manuscript to my editor when the real-life story changedit was no longer the Phoenix Coyotes being purchased, it was the Atlanta Thrashers. I couldnt change my story to match reality because Id already planted the seed that Tag Heller played for Phoenix in Breakaway. I named the new Winnipeg team the Jets in my book, even though every other hockey team I mention in Breakaway and Faceoff are fictional NHL teamsat that point we didnt know for sure the deal would even happen and if it did, whether a new Winnipeg team would be called the Jets or something entirely different. The day after I submitted this manuscript to my editor, the story came truethe NHL was returning to Winnipeg! The true story didnt play out exactly as it does in Faceoff (which is fiction), but the basis of the story is accurate and the hockey fantasy is the backdrop for the romance fantasy between Tag and Kyla.

Friday night. Six oclock. A briefcase full of documents to review for the coming week that would occupy pretty much her entire weekend. Super fun.

Kyla MacIntosh rode the elevator down from the twenty-ninth floor of the Richardson Building, immune to the ear-popping speed of the elevator after years of working at the law offices of Ingram Howell Grant. Alone in the elevator, she leaned her head against the wall, then straightened and rolled her head, trying to ease the tightness in her neck that was causing a feeling of pressure around her head. The headaches were so constant now she barely noticed them, but at that moment she longed for some ibuprofen. And a massage. Her massage therapist was getting rich off her lately.

She came to a halt in the building lobby at seeing the pouring rain outside. Damn. With slower steps, she wandered into the hotel adjoining the office building to peer out the front doors. She set down her briefcase and purse and was about to slide her arms into the beige trench coat she carried over one arm when a burst of laughter from the lounge off the hotel lobby had her turning her head in recognition. Several of the lawyers from the firm sat on stools at a high round table, drinks in hand, laughing at something one of them had just said. Including her mentor, senior partner Jim English, and her biggest competition for partner, Alex Covell.

She blinked at them. Damn. Theyd gone for drinks without her again. She looked down at the gleaming stone floor, then back up. She pressed her lips together and lifted her purse and briefcase, then straightened her shoulders and strode into the bar.

Hey, guys, she said, pasting on a smile. I didnt know you were going for drinks tonight.

They all looked up at her, Jim, Alex and a few other partners and associates. Hey, Kyla. After a short pause, Jim said, Why dont you join us?

Thanks! One of the men pulled another stool up to the table and she smiled at him as she climbed up onto it. Its been a long week, I could use a drink.

The jocular conversation had come to a screeching halt and Kyla sighed inwardly. What had they been talking about? Probably her. She ordered a martini from the waitress with determined cheerfulness. Pouring rain out there, she said. Maybe by the time Ive had a drink, itll stop.

Reduced to talking about the weather. You could always talk about the weather in a city with four distinct seasons, where the temperatures ranged sixty degrees Celsius or more over the course of year. Its supposed to clear up for the weekend, Jim said.

Heading out to the lake? Alex asked him.

Yeah. Pams been up there all week. Jason and Lacy are bringing the kids this weekend, he said, referring to his son and daughter-in-law.

How about you, Kyla? What are you up to this weekend?

Oh not much. She smiled. Work.

They all made understanding noises. The conversation stuttered again.

She wasnt the only woman at the firm. There was, in fact, one female partner, but Kyla suspected Morgan had actually once been a man. Seriously. Not that Kyla had any issues with transgendered folks, but since Morgan had never married and, as far as anyone knew, had no family, she certainly didnt have to struggle with issues of maternity leave or trying to rear a family while billing as many hours as possible.

And inviting one of the female associates for Friday happy hour drinks apparently wasnt something her mentor felt comfortable with.

Kyla took a burning gulp of her martini.

Hows your golf game? Hugh asked Jim. Been out much so far this year?

Kyla resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Jim somehow managed to golf in every big tournament in the city, which seemed to be a couple of times a week in the summer. Yeah, sure, it was networking, but geez.

Yeah, Ive been out a few times. Jim also had a membership at the most expensive golf club in the city and occasionally invited some of the other lawyers at the firm to golf with him there. Hed never invited Kyla, even though shed made a determined effort to learn how to golf, knowing how much networking was done on the links. She despised golf, but saw it as a necessary business skill.

The men started talking about putters and drivers, effectively shutting her out of the conversation. As usual. But she smiled and nodded and asked the odd question when she could, determined she was going to be part of this boys club.

A decision about who was going to be named the next partner at Ingram Howell and Grant was being made this month. She and Alex were both considered the front runners. Shed been working her ass off for eight years for this and her plan to make partner was seemingly on track, but last week Jim had invited Alex to join him at a big golf tournament, making up a foursome with one of their largest corporate clients, and that had resurrected all her self-doubts. She hated that after months, even years, of feeling confident and on track, all of a sudden she was hyper aware of every decision, every exclusionlike the lack of invitation to join them for drinks tonight.

Hell. This wasnt the first time that had happened. Shed become aware a long time ago that Jim wasnt comfortable asking her out for drinks. He was old enough to be her father, but their relationship wasnt father-daughter or even father-son, like his relationship with Alex was, and having drinks or lunch alone with her, or golfing with her, were clearly things he didnt feel comfortable with.

She stared glumly down into her martini, momentarily diverted from her cheery faade.

How about those Jets? Jim said. Everyone laughed. Never thought Id get to say that line again, he continued with a grin. A toast to the Jets.

They all lifted their glasses and a chorus of To the Jets! filled the air. People at the tables around them regarded them with amusement and then the entire lounge was filled with people shouting To the Jets! and lifting their glasses in a spontaneous toast.