He stopped at another door, gave it a push and stepped inside. You guessed it, I was right behind him. When my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I c...uld see a huge bed in the middle of the room. Nothing else. My knees struggled to hold it together, to keep me upright. My pulse was hitting 150 bpm and my toes had curled up so hard they hurt. Damn, girl, what the hell did you get yourself into? I took a few deep breaths and tried to restore my composure. I could feel him behind me. Then he. ”There was a long pause. Not awkward. Comfortable. I found that I liked her. Not because she was pretty or hot or my niece, but just because she was likable.“I found your address. Just in case. I was curious. You just sort of disappeared. I mean, there’s the odd Christmas card but… so here I am. You get high?”I laughed at that. “Sometimes, yeah.”“You want to get high with me?” she asked, a hint of hesitation in her voice. It was endearing, really.“Sure.”“Tin in the cupboard to the left of the. "Skepticism took over the older man's face, leading into him shaking hishead. "That's a terrible idea, but I suppose this is my fault. Ishould have known better than to spend the night with you when you knewwho I really was. It's just ... the only other person I've ever reallytalked to about Gina, well beyond Adam, was my late wife, and obviouslyit wasn't an issue if we ... " Sighing heavily, he shook his headagain. "Anyway, I'm sorry, but I think it's best if we both just forgetwhat. She’s a figure skating teacher now. She lives in Sweden. I met her when I lived there. I’ll let you guys continue talking. I’m going to meet Tretiak!”“Been there, done that,” Jesse said with feigned indifference.“Watch it, Little Duck!” I said menacingly, but he just laughed.I left the group and went to the table where Dima was with Tretiak and Nikolai Borschevsky. He introduced me to both of them, and we talked about hockey for a good ten minutes before I excused myself so that I didn’t.