It wasn't fair to hold Kip to that ideal. His job was hockey, fifty percent of which was on the road, gone. There was no negotiation in that. The only choice was to be with The Tiger Goalie, the most amazing man she'd ever known, the remainder of his time or to be without him.
There wasn't much of a comparison.
The little voice of idealism asked about the ever present trade possibilities. She shrugged back at it. He'd come home when he could, because home would be waiting for him, with her.
Mandy sighed as she reached for the radio. Wanting to ignore that nagging voice. The one that was saying those ideals might be what made her let him go in the first place. The emotional and physical weariness of the weekend set in deeper with each mile she moved away from Kip.