ANMELDENSophia’s PovI must have picked up my phone a hundred times over the following two days, my thumb hovering over Noah’s name in my contacts, only to lock the screen again before I could talk myself into pressing call, because every version of the conversation I imagined ended the same way, with him staring at me in disbelief, unable to process the fact that one unforgettable weekend had somehow rearranged both our futures.Emma noticed my distraction almost immediately, catching me staring blankly at my computer screen during a meeting I couldn’t remember a single word of afterward, and she waited until we were alone in the break room before finally addressing it directly.“You have to tell him,” she said, sliding a cup of tea across the counter toward me as though caffeine might somehow make the conversation easier. “Sophia, he deserves to know.”“I know he does.”“Then why does it feel like you’re avoiding it?”I wrapped both hands around the warm mug, letting the heat ground me the
Noah’s PovWalking through the doors of the Hawks’ training facility felt like stepping into enemy territory I had spent a decade trying to conquer, except now I was expected to call it home, and every part of me resisted the idea even as my legs kept moving forward because there was no version of this where I got to turn around.The hallway smelled like every other rink I had ever played in, ice and rubber and the faint sting of disinfectant, and yet nothing about it felt familiar, because for years this building had represented everything I fought against every single season.Reporters had been shouting questions outside for nearly twenty minutes before security finally cleared a path, and even now I could still hear faint echoes of their voices bouncing off the concrete walls behind me, asking the same question over and over in a dozen different ways, wanting to know how it felt to become a Hawk, wanting to know if I had spoken to Mason yet, wanting a reaction they could turn into
Sophia’s PovThree months.That was how long I had gone without seeing Noah Steele.Some mornings I convinced myself the weekend at the mountain lodge had been nothing more than an unexpected detour in my life, a beautiful memory that had no place in my future. I buried myself in work, accepted new projects at the marketing agency, and tried to pretend that I had not left a piece of my heart behind in those snow-covered mountains.It didn’t work.No matter how busy I kept myself, memories of Noah always found a way back. Sometimes it was something as simple as the smell of freshly brewed coffee reminding me of the morning he had made breakfast for both of us. Other times, I would catch a hockey game on television and immediately change the channel before I could see him.The hardest part wasn’t forgetting him. It was knowing I didn’t want to.The morning we left the lodge, we had stood beside our cars while snowplows cleared the final stretch of road leading back to the city. Neither
Noah’s PovThe first thing I noticed when I stepped inside the mountain lodge wasn’t the warmth from the massive stone fireplace or the relief of finally escaping the brutal snowstorm.It was Sophia Blake.She stood near the reception desk with a suitcase beside her, looking just as surprised to see me as I was to see her.For a brief second, neither of us moved.Of all the places in the state, of all the weekends in the year, fate had somehow decided to strand the two of us in the same place.She folded her arms across her chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”I pulled my gloves off and slipped them into my coat pocket. “I was about to say the same thing.”The receptionist looked from one of us to the other. “Do… do you two know each other?”“Unfortunately,” Sophia answered before I could speak.I couldn’t help laughing. “I don’t think she’s very happy to see me.”“You’re surprisingly observant.”The receptionist cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’ll need your name.”“Noah St
Sophia’s PovThree days had passed since Mason and I argued in my apartment.Although we had spoken several times since then, neither of us had mentioned the conversation. That was how we usually handled disagreements. We would both pretend everything was fine until enough time had passed for the tension to disappear on its own.Unfortunately, pretending only worked for so long.I sat at my desk, staring at the colorful slides displayed across my computer screen while my coworkers celebrated the successful presentation I had delivered earlier that week.“You’ve been smiling at that email for the last five minutes.”I looked up to find my best friend and coworker, Emma Lawson, leaning against the edge of my desk with two cups of coffee in her hands.“So are you going to tell me why our boss just announced that you’re representing the company at the Winter Hearts Charity Gala this weekend?”I finally smiled. “I was hoping it would stay quiet for at least another hour.”Emma gasped drama
Noah’s PovThere were only two kinds of games against Mason Blake.The ones that ended with someone bleeding.And the ones that ended with the media pretending they were disappointed nobody had thrown a punch.Tonight had fallen somewhere in the middle.The final buzzer had sounded nearly twenty minutes ago, but the noise inside the arena hadn’t faded. Fans were still chanting, reporters were crowding the tunnels, and every sports channel in the country was already replaying the moment Mason and I slammed each other into the boards during the third period.Neither of us had started the collision. Neither of us had backed down either.I pulled my helmet off as I walked into the locker room, tossing it onto the wooden bench before running a hand through my sweat-soaked hair. The room smelled of ice, tape, and victory.We had won. Barely.Yet nobody would remember the score by tomorrow morning. They would only remember another chapter in the never-ending rivalry between Noah Steele and M







