Happy Endings Resort is where I spent the best summers of my life running amuck with my older brother and where I went now to get away from it all. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining about being team captain and starting center for the NHL’s Mile High Miners and now, Stanley Cup champs. Damn, that sounded good to add. It was my greatest dream come true, but it was a long season, and I was looking forward to some downtime in a place where I was still just Barrett to everyone. It was a nice change of pace from being “Boom Boom” McGill and thanks to a new service at the resort called, Happy Campers, I had a clean cabin and cold beer waiting for me when I arrived. For once, some R&R was the only thing on my to-do list. Funny how it all changed with a knock on my door. Okay, two knocks, but I stopped counting when I opened the door for Adelaide. Hell, maybe I stopped breathing because I stopped thinking straight the second I saw her. What was wrong with me? Nothing about the shy mother of two should have intrigued me. Maybe it was the fact that she was outnumbered by her kids. She deserved to be on a team with Even Strength. I wanted to be that for her, only time would tell if I would make the cut.