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Again In June

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The east tunnel was nearly empty by the time Noah got there.

Most of the building had gone. A few custodians were pushing brooms down the far concourse, and somewhere above, a speaker was playing the end of the Michigan fight song to an arena that had stopped listening. He leaned his shoulder against one with his bag at his feet and his hair still damp, and waited.

He’d had an hour to decide what to say. He hadn’t decided. The letter lay folded in his jacket. He could feel the corner of it agai
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    Hi, loves!Well. We did it. Chase and Noah made it to the end, and I’m not going to pretend I didn’t cry a little while writing that last kiss. (Okay, a lot. There may have been a tissue box involved.)First things first: thank you. Truly. You stuck with this book through the slow burns, the cliffhangers I left on purpose, and the chapters where you probably wanted to throw your phone at me. I saw your comments.I also want to say sorry to Noah for what I put him through, and sorry to Chase for... well, honestly, he had it coming. But look at the two of them now. Bruised, a little wiser, and still choosing each other. That’s the kind of love story I believe in: not the easy kind, the earned kind.Now, don’t get too comfortable. I have a confession.I’ve been working on something new. And I’ll just say it: it’s more dramatic, more intense, and a lot more intimate than anything I’ve written so far. If Hockey Hazard made your heart race, this one is going to make you check your pulse, th

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   Epilogue - You Go In Slow

    The lake was still cold in June.Chase stood on the sand at Lakeport State Park with his shoes in one hand and his jeans rolled to the knee, watching Danny Marlow walk toward the water as if toward a cathedral. Mrs. Adair held one of his elbows. A state aide held the other. Danny’s face was lifted to the sun. He hadn’t stopped smiling since the van pulled out of the lot.“It’s blue,” Danny said.“It is,” Mrs. Adair said.“All the same blue.”“Not quite,” said Chase, and Danny turned and laughed at him, a bright, delighted, wholly forgiving laugh, and went in up to his ankles. He yelped at the cold. He did it again.Chase had to look away.The plea had come on the eve of trial, in the first week of June. Adrian Voss stood in a Wayne County courtroom in an orange jumpsuit that didn’t fit and said guilty eleven times, once for each of the men on the Marlow Marine pier. Twenty-two years, the judge said, with no possibility of parole before seventeen. Chase had sat in the back row. Noah ha

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   Again In June

    The east tunnel was nearly empty by the time Noah got there.Most of the building had gone. A few custodians were pushing brooms down the far concourse, and somewhere above, a speaker was playing the end of the Michigan fight song to an arena that had stopped listening. He leaned his shoulder against one with his bag at his feet and his hair still damp, and waited.He’d had an hour to decide what to say. He hadn’t decided. The letter lay folded in his jacket. He could feel the corner of it against his ribs.Footsteps in the corridor. Unhurried, but not slow. He knew the rhythm of that walk. He’d have known it in a stadium.Chase came around the corner in a plain gray hoodie with his hair still wet and his bag over one shoulder. He stopped at ten feet. He didn’t come closer. He just stood there in the yellow light, with the particular stillness of a man who had learned not to reach for things.“I’m here,” he said.“I see that.”“Do you want me to…”“Stand there,” Noah said. “For a minu

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   Without The C

    Chase had played in front of scouts, in front of his father, and in front of a Frozen Four crowd that could rattle fillings. He had never been this afraid of a hockey game.The building was loud. Third period, tied at two, eleven minutes left, and Yost had gone past noise into something physical. Ninety seconds ago he had taken a stick across the wrist and felt it all the way up his arm.He came off the ice, dropped onto the bench, and pulled his water bottle up to his mouth. The cold hit his teeth.“Hey.” Coach Jenkins leaned down beside him, eyes on the ice. “You’re gripping too tight.”“I know.”“You’re thinking.”“I know.”“Stop.” Jenkins’s voice was low and gruff. “You don’t need a letter on your chest to play this game, Voss. You never did.”Chase kept his eyes on the ice. He didn’t trust his voice. After a moment he nodded. Jenkins grunted, and went back down the bench.It was strange, being nobody.For two years he had worn the C like a second skin. He’d learned the weight of

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   Unsent

    By March, the snow had gone gray at the edges and Yost smelled like it always did on playoff weekends: cold concrete, hot popcorn, and nine thousand people breathing at once.Noah stood in the tunnel with his helmet under his arm and listened to the building roar.Four months. Four months since the courthouse steps, and he had gotten used to a world that moved at the speed of Saturdays. Saturdays with Eli at Beaumont, and then, in February, in the small rented house Helen Marsh had helped Marta find on the east side. Saturdays with Chase sitting across from him at a kitchen table, both of them pretending to be interested in a T. rex card. A hand brushing a hand over a cup of juice. A look held one second too long, and then, always, the careful step back.Terms, Noah thought. Nothing fast.It was working. Some nights it was unbearable.“Hey. Heyes.” Tyler Kessler clapped his shoulder as he passed. “You good?”“Yeah.”Adrian Voss had been in custody for four months and the trial was set

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   The Letter

    St. Clair Residential Care sat at the end of a road lined with bare maples, a low brick building with a wheelchair ramp and a flagpole that nobody had lowered for the weather. Chase parked in the visitor lot and cut the engine. The gauge showed a quarter tank. He had checked it twice on the drive.On the passenger seat lay a manila envelope. It was the only thing he had brought, and it was worth more than everything in his wallet.“You can still go home,” he said aloud to the empty car before he got out.Mrs. Ruth Adair met him in the lobby. She studied him for a long moment before she spoke. “You came alone.”“Yes, ma’am.”“No lawyers.”“Mine is on the phone. She’ll call you at noon.” He held out the envelope. “I wanted to bring this myself.”She didn’t take it. “What is it?”“An assignment.” His voice was steady, but his palms were damp. “Everything the court releases to me from the Voss estate, if it releases anything, goes into a trust for Danny’s care. Not a gift. A legal claim,

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   Hollow

    The hospital never slept. It was a deep, creaking, mechanical, unstoppable breath, and Noah felt it the moment he crossed the sliding glass door of Detroit Medical Center. The antiseptic odor struck him first, it was clean and suffocating at the same time, and then there was the low hum of the fluo

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   Fragile Future

    Noah Hayes didn’t know it yet, but he had just thirty two hours before everything in his life collapsed.The pen in his hand felt heavier than it should have been, like the weight of all that he had survived was pressing down into that final stroke. He stard at the bottom of the paper where his nam

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   The Job

    There were cracks in the ceiling. Noah had already counted them three times already. They stretched like thin veins across the pale surface, splitting, branching, disappearing into shadows where the weak bulb in the corner couldn’t reach. He looked at them with unfocused eyes, his body still, as if

  • Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice   Black Ice

    The ice rink was alive with violence, not the kind that drew blood. Not yet. But the kind that lived in the sharp crack of sticks, the violent scrape of blades carving into ice, and the thunder of bodies slamming into the boards hard enough to make the glass tremble. Cold air bit at exposed skin, c

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