Trouble.
One word that comes to mind when someone talks
about me. I like to think of it as protection, watching out for the ones I
love. But now I’m spending more time in the penalty box than on the ice and the
team owner isn’t happy.
Finding
myself across the room from the hot therapist I kissed on New Year’s Eve only
makes me push my problems down further. I want couch time with her but not the
kind she’s used to.
I
decide to lie to her just to finish off my therapy so I can do what I really
want—date her—even if she says she doesn’t date hockey players. Just when my
therapy sessions are up and I’ve made some headway with Paisley, it’s my
parents who throw another wrench in my plans.
If I
abide by my parent’s wishes to marry the one they’ve chosen, I’ll lose Paisley
forever. But if I go against my parents, I’m failing my deceased best friend
all over again.
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