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Chapter 9 Lines We Don’t Cross
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Hunter’s voice lingers in the air, as he leans back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest. “I hope you love it here.” His words carry a weight that Skye can’t quite place, like a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit yet. Knox doesn’t say much, but Skye can tell by the way his jaw’s tight, a muscle twitching just under the skin, that he’s keeping a lot from her. Hunter’s eyes are the kind a person senses before they see them, they’re piercing, slightly amused, and seem to study her for reasons she won’t realize until it’s too late. He tilts his head, his gaze flicking over her face as if he’s cataloging every detail.“So, Skye,” Hunter says, his tone probing, “where are you staying around here?” He leans forward, elbows on the table, his posture relaxed but his attention was like a predator sizing up its prey.Skye shifts in her seat. “Uh, just the hostel near campus,” she says. She glances at Knox, hoping for some kind of signal, but he’s staring at Hunter, his cold hard and unre
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The next morning, Knox’s apartment is a mess of hockey gear and half-empty coffee mugs. The morning sun slants through the blinds, casting stripes across the floor as he stands in front of his bedroom mirror, tugging at the collar of his navy button-up as he gets ready. He’s not a morning person, never has been but today, there’s a difference, a restless energy that’s got him up early, ironing his shirt with more care than usual. He smooths a hand over the jeans, smirking at his reflection in the mirror. “Damn, you look good,” he mutters, running a hand through his dark hair, mussing it just enough to look effortless.“Yo, pretty boy, who you dressing up for?” Lucas’s voice cuts through the moment, his best friend lounging in the doorway with a smile that’s all trouble. Lucas is all lean muscle and messy hair from the morning, his hoodie slung carelessly over one shoulder. “Don’t tell me it’s for those girls who can’t stop staring at you. Or…” He pauses, his grin widening. “Is it Sk
Iced Hearts And Half Time Kisses [Hockey Romance] Chapter 9 Lines We Don’t Cross
Skye watches Knox from across the booth, her fingers curled around the chipped ceramic mug as she couldn’t take her eyes off him. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble as he stares out the diner’s window, where the snow falls in heavy, swirling flakes. His dark eyes flicker with something she can’t quite place, like he’s mentally running through a dozen worst-case scenarios. His hands are still. “It’s nothing to worry about,” Knox says suddenly, his voice low and casual, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as her. His gaze flicks to her, then away, settling on the empty counter where Darlene, the waitress, is now polishing a glass with a rag.Skye’s brows knit together, her lips parting to press him further, but before she can, he’s already sliding out of the booth, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder. “We have to leave now,” he says.“Why?” Skye’s voice is sharper than she intends. She leans forward, her navy scarf slipping off one shoulder.Knox do
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Knox Callahan strides out of Stonebridge High, his jaw clenched tight, the chilly night air slapping his face while he walks with both hands into his jacket pocket. The snow from earlier has thickened, blanketing the ground in a thin, crunchy layer that crumbles under his boots. The person outside the art room window wasn’t just a bystander, they were watching. The thought twists in his gut, sharp and uneasy, but he shoves it down, refusing to let it take root. Well, for him, it was a good thing that he was distracted from going further with her there. If not, he won’t be able to get over her body. And if that happens, it means his focus on getting the NHL scholarship would be tampered with. He can’t afford distractions, not now, not with his NHL scholarship hanging in the balance. His skates In one of his hands, clink softly against his hockey bag he held as he heads toward the rink across the street. The frost-coated steps leading to the ice crunch, a reminder to stay focused on
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