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ling toward the net. It should go in.

oes through the rink as it smacks aga

asses are sloppy, my movements off. Every time I try to foc

nn's eyes when I was just

as sc

st rapidly ris

ime I'd ever seen

e me want t

ut it, then th

e sag of her shoulders, the way he

etter right then and there. B

dn't give her back the le

om Coach snaps me

h*

s already stolen, and my teammate, who

ed breath, pushing h

bout the letter

osity, now I can't ge

ll and make her gasp. Make her look at me

, make her lose that sharp tongue

k tighter as if I can force the

hat my mind is

ngs for her. Fuck no. it's

its. But that's not enough to stop the way

he puck, set

i

under my

my wrist against my ic

t the door had only

let her crawl into my bed, whisper sh*t in my

e she

neve

e're unfinished. Keeps going around

he team skates toward the bench, but I lag behind, rip

ays

is Coach Whitaker, but most of us just call him Whit. He's chi

hrough my nose and

ds the ice. "You wanna

thi

Right, that's why you

ut a sho

ches me for a second. "Yo

hat happens in Veg

ere-whatever's in your head stays off the ice.

eah, yeah

efore clapping my shoulder. "Get

efore skating toward the locker room, where m

built like a damn machine, tall, broad, and all muscle. His sweating like a dog causing his

heartbreaker, never take

Slim, always wearing his glasses even though his h

predict plays before they even happen, but ou

the kind of sh*t-eating grin that m

at? You were out there playing l

utter, peeling

dening. "Let me guess... still

ns. "She's no

So, that means you wouldn't care if I-" he smirks, drag

on," I

g. "Relax, man. I'm j

n't

her but it doesn't change the fact that she's a new fish i

uckle, shaking his head. "It's crazy how posse

because I don't

been unusually quiet, h

ood?"

ickly. "Yeah.

already looking away, bus

anything else,

sn't lo

ickers in her expression so quick, so s

ella is off limits and he knows that but he just raises his hands in mock d

sa scowling. "What

gnoring my question. "Ha

h my hair, exhaling

r, push her buttons, make her life hell. But Isa is persistent,

l d

'm working on it," I mutter. "It'll be f

s like I'm being ridic

in the rain, soaked, shivering, looking so damn small, flashes in my mind. "You le

survi

't care what happens to her, but I'm not intere

ke I'm exhausting her. "Dramatic much? Sh

th what? Her spark

out of her, but sh

n shifts just for a second. Like she's holding somet

thi

sa

lightly. "You're still throwing that

the locker, crossing

smile stretches

y the girls and I ha