Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Let me,” he says. I look over my shoulder to thank the person, and all I can do is stare at the man behind me.
“Are you Justin Stone?” Dylan asks from beside me, and the man smiles, which makes his brown eyes turn just a touch lighter and golden. His hand drops from mine, and he squats down in front of Dylan.
“I am Justin Stone, and who are you?” he asks, his plump lips making me stare. He has to be the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life.
“I’m Dylan,” he says, and Justin holds out his hand to shake Dylan’s. Dylan looks up at me, and I just smile at him as he reaches out and shakes his hand.
“So you must be Dylan Woods,” he says, smiling at him and then getting up and looking at me. “And you must be Dylan’s mom.” His hand comes out, waiting for me to shake it
“I’m Caroline.” I smile, shaking his hand.
“There you are,” a woman’s voice says behind us. “You are ten minutes late,” she says as she walks toward us. Her swinging hips make her hair swoosh perfectly. I look her up and down, and she is wearing the best of the best. Her skirt is perfect and tight and looks like it cost the same as six months of my rent. I don’t even want to know what she paid for those shoes.
“I was just talking to Dylan,” he says, looking down at Dylan. “I couldn’t start the day without him.” He smiles at Dylan, his whole face lighting up. “Are you ready?” he asks, and just for one second, I wonder how many people are lucky enough to get that smile from him.
“Dylan,” I say, trying to ignore the two people standing around us. “Let’s go get you settled. I have to get to work.” I open the door now and wait for him to walk in with me. I try not to look over my shoulder, but I fail. His eyes are on us while the blonde talks his ear off, and then he turns to her, and she smiles at him, and he just nods.
“Welcome.” A woman is standing at the bottom of two staircases. I look around. This venue is huge, much bigger than the arenas we play at. “To the Justin Stone Summer Hockey Camp,” she says, and she has a blue shirt that says the exact thing. “My name is Malika, and I am going to be checking you in today and giving you all the information.”
“Thank you,” I say, looking down at Dylan, who is watching everything in awe.
“Can I have a name please?” she asks, going to her boards on the table beside her.
I’m about to answer but Dylan beats me to it in his excitement. “Dylan Woods,” he says with a megawatt smile on his face. She flips through the manila envelopes to find his name.
“Here you are, Dylan,” she says, handing me the envelope and then walking to the side where it looks like the gym bags are sitting. She grabs one and comes over, and I see that it’s blue with “Justin Stone Summer Hockey Camp” embroidered on one side. She turns it to the other side, and Dylan’s name is also embroidered on the side. She hands me the bag, and it’s heavy. “In that bag will be everything he needs for the month-long camp. There are two pairs of running shoes, five pairs of shorts and T-shirts, along with socks, a jacket, and hats. His jersey and hockey socks will be given to him in the dressing room.” I look over at Dylan, who stands there with his mouth open. “If you can have him change into shorts and a shirt, we are going to be talking to the kids group by group before their first activity. All the information is in the package along with the meals that will be provided.” She looks at her watch. “For today, breakfast is done, but if he gets here by eight, there is always hot breakfast being served.” My head is spinning at all this. “If you have any questions or concerns, everyone’s contact information is in the envelope.”
“Thank you so much.” It’s the only thing I could say, and I’m trying to blink away the sting of tears hitting my nose. “What room is he in?”
“He’ll be in room number three,” she says. “You can go to the right side, and it’s on the right corridor.” I nod at her and then walk around the staircase to the right. We pass two vending machines and come to another staircase, but there are hallways on both sides with a sign in front of it, telling us that room three is on the right. We walk down the corridor and see the rooms are open, and some kids are already inside getting changed.