Then again, maybe Danette had been correct in her ominous prophecy. No sooner had the game ended and Brianne found herself walking toward the exit of the hockey arena then she heard Mitch’s voice booming out over the hustle and bustle of bodies:             “Hey, Brianne! Wait up for a minute…”             Turning around, she was just in time to watch far too many pairs of eyes swivel from Mitch to Brianne and then back again. She supposed it was just the heightened sensation to being publicly called out, but she swore a weird sort of hush fell over the lobby as he jogged up toward her.             “Hey, Coach.”…