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Her Ice, His Rules AFTER MIDNIGHT
[ Scarlett POV ]I stayed on the ice for a while after he left.Not drilling. Just skating. Slow, easy laps, the kind where your body moves on its own and your brain does what it wants. The rink was completely empty and completely quiet and the ice was already starting to pick up the marks from our footwork, small cuts in the surface that caught the light at certain angles.She was someone who got hurt. Because I didn't do enough to stop it.He'd said it like he'd been carrying it for a long time. Like the weight of it had shaped the way he stood.I skated another lap. Thought about the way he'd turned away before telling me, that half-second of composing himself, the choice to turn back slowly and look at me straight instead of avoiding it. That was not a man who found honesty easy. That was a man making himself do something hard.I drove home. His car was already in the driveway. The house was dark downstairs.I went in quietly. Dropped my bag. Stood at the bottom of the stairs for
Her Ice, His Rules MIDNIGHT ICE
[ Cade POV ]I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed for an hour and a half, staring at the ceiling, and eventually accepted that this was not a problem sleep was going to solve tonight.The thing stuck in my head was small. It was a technical thing. Her left edge, there was something wrong with how she loaded it at the top of a crossover, a compensation pattern that worked because of her speed but wouldn't hold up forever. I'd clocked it in practice today and said nothing because we'd been running a team drill and pulling her aside would have made it into something, and I was still navigating how to correct her without it becoming a statement.Today she'd gone down. Third rep, wrong moment, caught the edge and hit the ice hard. She was back up in two seconds, waved off the assistant coach, kept going. Nobody mentioned it. She didn't want them to.But I'd seen it and I couldn't stop running it.At eleven-thirty I got up, grabbed my skates, and drove to the rink.She was already there.Of cours
Her Ice, His Rules TOO CLOSE
[ Scarlett POV ]I found out about Lena Marsh by accident. Which somehow made it worse.Thursday afternoon, early home from a light recovery session. I was making coffee in the kitchen, mine was running slow, so I'd used his machine, which I'd been doing for two weeks without asking and which he'd never mentioned, when his laptop pinged on the counter. He'd left it open before going upstairs to change.I wasn't snooping. I want to be very clear about that. I was standing six feet away, minding my own business, waiting for coffee. The notification just appeared on screen and the words were right there in the preview and my brain read them automatically before I could look away.NORTHGATE WOMEN'S ATHLETIC BOARD, CASE FILE: MARSH, L.That was it. Just a subject line from an old email thread. The preview cut off there. I couldn't see anything else.I stared at it for two full seconds. Then I poured my coffee, went upstairs, and sat on my bed.Marsh. Lena Marsh.I'd come across that name o
Her Ice, His Rules THE LOCKED DRAWER
[ Cade POV ]I waited until the house was fully quiet. Then I unlocked the drawer.It was a small barrel lock, cheap, the kind that came built into old furniture and wouldn't stop anyone who was actually determined to get in. I'd used the key anyway, every time, for two years. I knew it was more ritual than security. I did it anyway.The article was inside. Folded into quarters, the paper gone soft at the creases from being opened and folded back the same way too many times. I'd read it the morning it was published, then again that night when I couldn't sleep, then approximately twenty more times in the two years since. Always late. Always alone. Always the same ritual of the key and the unfolding and the words that never changed no matter how many times I read them.NORTHGATE WOMEN'S ATHLETIC BOARD CLEARS WOLVES OF MISCONDUCT ALLEGATIONS.The headline told you the result before you got to the story. That was how headlines like that worked, to signal the direction so you arrived at th
Her Ice, His Rules THE GOAL
[ Scarlett POV ]It happened the way the best things always do, too fast to second-guess.Their defender turned the puck over in the neutral zone. Bad clear, bad angle, and suddenly there was open ice between me and the net with nothing in the way except a decision. My body made it before my brain caught up. Two strides into the zone, already reading the defender's weight, I'd noticed it two shifts back, the way he loaded onto his left edge when he thought an attack was coming wide.I went inside. Tight. Through a gap that existed for maybe a second and a half.The shot came off my backhand from a tighter angle than I'd have chosen with time to think. Slightly off-balance. Not the clean drill execution I'd been building all week. The kind of shot that relies on instinct more than technique and goes in more from belief than physics.It went in. Top right corner. Perfect.The horn sounded.For half a second the arena held its breath, that specific silence when even the crowd needs a mom
Her Ice, His Rules AWAY GAME
[ Cade POV ]The team bus smelled like energy drinks and old tape, same as every away trip since my first year.I was in the back row, always the back row. Good sightline across the whole bus, no one behind me, room to think. I had my earphones in and a scouting report open on my phone. I'd been staring at it for forty-five minutes. I couldn't have told you what a single word said.She was three rows ahead. Window seat. Headphones on, the big over-ear kind, the kind that meant she'd made a decision about the world and the decision was: not right now. Knees pulled up against the seat in front. She'd fallen asleep about an hour in and she was completely, unreasonably still. The bus was loud, Kowalski's card game had escalated to a point where actual currency was probably involved, Finn was providing commentary, two players near the front were in a loud argument about something that had started as tactics and was now apparently about sandwiches. She slept through all of it without moving
Her Ice, His Rules THE WOMAN IN THE BLAZER
[ Scarlett POV ]I noticed her the second I walked into the room.The team's season launch party was the kind of event I had learned to survive rather than enjoy. Expensive venue, tiny food, a lot of people in good clothes saying things that sounded like compliments but were really just different t
Her Ice, His Rules THE PRESS CONFERENCE
[ Cade POV ]Media day was a performance I'd been running since I was sixteen years old and I treated it the same way I treated game prep: the night before, I broke it into components. Likely angles. Expected questions. Which ones got real answers and which ones got something that sounded like an a
Her Ice, His Rules 3AM KITCHEN
[ Scarlett POV ]The problem with a new place is that it never belongs to you at 3am. Everything is fractionally wrong, the wrong quality of dark through the wrong curtains, the refrigerator hum at the wrong pitch, the floor creaking under your feet in the wrong sequence of boards. My body knew it
Her Ice, His Rules THE ROOMMATE RULE
[ Cade POV ]The list was practical. Necessary. A straightforward operational framework for a living situation that had been created by a housing coordinator who apparently did not understand the concept of gender-separated team housing, and a coach who I was increasingly certain had not only known
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