“Getting in a little extra skate?” Nadav said. Rocket had stayed out after practice to take some shots. He shrugged. “I watched most of the practice. Needed to work off some energy.” Nadav smiled warmly. “I was watching. You can really move out there. They call you Rocket, right?” “That’s more to do with my last name — Rockwood.” Nadav chuckled. “Maybe.” Rocket was embarrassed to admit the real reason he’d stayed out — to show off his skills. Hopefully, one of the coaches had been watching. He would work hard on his defensive game. He’d commit to that. But like André said, NHL teams paid the big bucks for goal scorers, and that’s what Rocket was. Looking at the clock, he saw he was pushing it. He’d agreed to meet someone in an hour to see an apartment. It didn’t look like the nicest place, but it was close to the rink. He had three other places to see after that one. He sat and began untying his skates. The guys were joking around, the usual dressing-room banter.
