"Emma seems cool, bro," Ty whispers as she walks over to get more food. "She's real down to earth compared to…well. She's cool." Ty sighs. I know he's remembering some of the other women I've brought to his games. Flashy women who never dress appropriately for an ice rink, but who never mind because I'm always happy to whisk them away and warm them up.

Ty's right about Emma. She's nothing like any of those women. She's totally at home here in jeans and a well-loved t-shirt ...