Kade POVSitting down, Rook looks at me.“Are you jealous?” I ask, and he shrugs, avoiding my gaze.“No, but, well, not...” He stops, and I laugh.“That’s a yes,” I whisper.He rolls his eyes, finally looking at me properly. “I’m not jealous, I’m simply…” He stops again like he’s actually struggling to put it into words.“You’re jealous,” I repeat, grinning, waiting for him to admit it.“Okay, maybe a little.” He huffs, arms crossing. “Six months ago, you were on the hockey side of life. Now, you’re more on my father’s side.”He’s not wrong.Six months ago, I had never considered actually helping Nikolai. Sure, I mentioned throwing the games when needed, but that’s as far as it went.But, the last six months of living here, seeing how Rook is with his father, somehow, I ended up offering to help. And that? That makes Rook jealous.He’s looking at me weird, and I laugh.“Don’t laugh. You didn’t come to bed last night,” he mutters, glaring.“I did,” I argue.“No, that was at four a.m. t
Kade POVThis life, Harlow, the family we’ve built here, it’s real. And somehow, I already know I’m never walking away from it.Not from him. Not from this.I let out a slow breath, closing the box and slipping it into my pocket.“Guess I really did lose,” I mutter.Rook grins. “Obviously. You didn't see that coming? What else do I ask for these days Mercer?”Rook leans back into the couch, legs stretched out, looking completely at ease like he didn’t just drop a fucking engagement ring into my hand and suddenly end the conversation.Meanwhile, I’m sitting here, pocketing the damn thing, trying to process the fact that I’m apparently engaged now.Harlow lets out a small noise, her little face scrunching up as she wiggles against my chest, reminding me she’s still here.Rook grins, reaching over to run a hand over her tiny back. “You gonna wear a dress for the wedding, little one?”I snort, shaking my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”“What? I’m just saying, she’d look cute.” He gri
Kade POVI push myself up from the chair. “Right, I’m going to go finish this email declining the sponsor.”Nikolai just nods, already moving on to something else.I step out, heading to the living room, settling onto the couch and pulling up my phone.It’s quiet for about two minutes.Then the front door opens.“Sweetheart, I’m home, and I’ve got a surprise!”Oh, fuck. “No!” I shout, immediately standing up.“Wait, stop running!” Rook calls after me.“No, keep it! I don’t want it. I’m used to your fucking surprises, Rook!”Because I know better.The last few surprises he brought home? A goldfish in a plastic bag—he named it Mr. Pucks, which lasted a whole three days.Before that? A giant stuffed snake. No reason. Just walked in, tossed it at me, and said, ‘This is you now.’Then there was the time he came in grinning ear to ear, holding a cake. I thought, Okay, finally a normal surprise.Nope.It was a gender reveal cake.For what? I still have no fucking clue. Then he came home with
Rook POVI wake to Kade muttering, his voice tense. Day one, and I haven’t even got my eyes open before he’s already stomping around the damn hotel room like the world’s about to end.Sitting up, I blink at him as he holds my phone to his ear.“What the fuck?” My voice is rough from sleep, and he barely spares me a glance before tossing his phone at me.“Check it,” he mutters, still focused on his call.Not a great start to the morning. With a sigh, I rub my face and glance at the screen. My body locks up instantly.My head snaps to the side, eyes narrowing at him. “Got it already,” Kade snaps at me, holding up a camera I hadn’t even noticed he was gripping. Then he goes back to talking like this is a normal fucking morning.“Hello?” I shout at him. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you wake me and let me know?” I snap, gripping his phone tightly.“You were asleep, didn’t want to wake you.” His tone is too casual for the shit I’m seeing.I hold out my hand. “Give me the phone. Let me talk to my
Kade POVRook walks off with Louise, and I can hear him muttering about the wedding.I stand by what I think. He doesn’t actually care. He only cares because it annoys me.“Kade,” Amelia whispers, pulling my attention back to her.“I said I wouldn’t shout, and I won’t,” I reassure her, motioning toward the chairs.She moves first, sitting down carefully, and I follow, taking the seat opposite.“How have you been, really?” I ask, watching her closely. “Now that I can see your face, tell me the truth.”There’s hesitation in her eyes. She’s lied.“Why wouldn’t you just say on the phone?” I push. “Rather than keep saying you were fine?”“I wanted to do it alone,” she whispers.I laugh, shaking my head. “Amelia, you didn’t. Nikolai ensured you got the job. He was the one who told the guy t
Kade POVSilence lingers for a moment before I exhale, rubbing the back of my neck. “Alright, so what’s your plan?”Amelia hesitates, looking down at her hands. “I don’t know,” she admits. “If I go home, I have to work because I have nowhere else to stay. If I try to go to college, Mom won’t let me live there, and I don’t have the money to pay for a place on my own. So I have to keep working, save up, and maybe in a year or two, I can actually go back.”I frown, leaning back in my chair. “So that’s it? You’re going to waste years just trying to get into college instead of actually going?”She lets out a humorless laugh. “What else am I supposed to do, Kade? It’s not like I have options.”I stare at her for a moment before making a decision. “If you’re serious about college, and you’ll actually stick to it, I have a solution.&rdquo
Rook POVGetting married without Louise and Amelia didn’t feel right. No matter how much Kade acted like it didn’t matter, I knew it did. So yeah, I snuck Louise out without his mothers approval. And yeah, I didn’t warn him.He’ll get over it.I also knew he was worried about Amelia. Every time she said she’s fine or she’s happy over the phone, he knew it was bullshit. People can lie easily when they don’t have to be seen, and Amelia? She’s stubborn as hell, just like Kade.She’d never admit she needed help. I figured the only way to make her accept it was to get her in front of Kade, let him see for himself. Once she was here, she didn’t stand a chance at hiding the truth.Harlow grins up at me from where she’s perched in my lap, her tiny hands reaching for the tie on my hoodie. She tugs at it with surprising strength, and I watch as she works to pull it completely
Rook POV“But… you have Harlow. She’s not eighteen,” Louise argues, crossing her arms as she stares Kade down.“That’s different,” Kade sighs, clearly running low on patience. “Amelia didn’t want her and signed away her rights.”“So, can’t Amelia just tell them I want to stay there and make Mom agree?”Kade groans, rubbing his hands over his face. Louise is relentless, and I kind of love it.“No,” he mutters. “Amelia isn’t old enough to be your guardian. The courts wouldn’t allow it.”She frowns. “But you can.”Dad chuckles from across the room, watching as Kade slowly loses his shit.“No, I can’t,” Kade snaps.“Why?” Louise pushes. “You have Harlow, why not me?”Kade doesn’t answer, because the only thing he can say is that it’s differ
Kade POVI walk towards Tyler. He’s sitting at a table near the back, his drink half-empty in front of him, watching everything but not really part of it. He looks up at me as I walk towards him.It’s been a long time since we’ve really talked. Since that night. Since the mess that followed. Since he ripped the fucking ground out from under me and made me see what I was about to lose.Tyler raises a brow as I sit across from him, setting my drink down on the table. “You avoiding me, Mercer?” he asks, taking a slow sip of his drink.I let out a breath. Yeah okay I've not sat alone with him since all the shit. I barely spoke to him before the game or during it. “Figured it was the other way around.”He watches me for a moment, then shrugs. “I was giving you space. Figured you’d either want to talk or knock my teeth out.”“Not gonna lie, I thought about it.”
Kade POVThe night is loud, chaotic, and a little surreal. I’ve lost count of the number of times someone’s handed me a drink, slapped my back, or said some shit about my legacy on the ice. It should feel like a weight off my shoulders, like the closing of a chapter I was ready to walk away from. And yet, there’s this strange feeling sitting in my chest, like I don’t know what comes next. I do, I just never thought I would be in a place to give up hockey.I watch Rook across the bar, laughing at something one of his teammates said. He looks at home here, like he belongs in this world, like he always did. Maybe that’s what feels so weird, I spent my whole life believing I belonged here too. But now, after everything, I’m not so sure anymore.“Mercer, you look like you’re thinking way too hard for a guy who just won his last game,” Wes says, dropping onto the barstool beside me.I roll m
Rook POVAs we step out of the arena, the noise from inside fades behind us. The night air is crisp, the kind that bites at your skin but feels good after being on the ice. Kade walks beside me, his hands shoved into his pockets, his expression still caught somewhere between pissed off and thinking too hard.I nudge him as we head toward the car. “You ready for this?”He shoots me a look. “For what?”“The part where everyone gets drunk in your honor,” I smirk. “You should feel special.”“Right, because I’m sure that’s exactly why they’re drinking,” he mutters. “Not because they’re thrilled I’m finally out of their way.”I shrug. “A little of both, probably.”He huffs out a breath, shaking his head, but I catch the flicker of amusement in his eyes. He’s still brooding about the game, about how I let
Rook POVI get myself sorted, half expecting to get outside and find Kade gone, only he’s leaning against the wall, his arms crossed like he’s sulking.Nudging him, I smile. “Alright, you want the fucking truth you moody asshole?”“You and the truth?” He laughs shaking his head like that’s crazy.“I don’t lie, you know that.” Moving, I stand in front of him, my hands pressing against the wall beside his head. “Harlow is watching, she knows it’s your last fucking game.”He looks at me, confused. “Right, so what?”Rolling my eyes, I step closer. “She idolises you, and the fact you’re the best hockey player. She gets to see you how she believes you, as the best at hockey, at fucking everything.”He just stares at me, so I keep going.“She gets to see her dad winning, Kade,” I say, my voice quieter now. “Not
Kade POVI let out a frustrated groan, gripping his jersey tighter. “You tripped over your own fucking skates! I swear to god, Rook, it wasn’t even convincing!”“It was fast! People will think I hit a rough patch of ice or something.”“There was no rough patch! We play on pro-maintained ice!”“Well, then I guess I’m just that clumsy,” he deadpans.I stare at him, my entire body vibrating with frustration. “You are so fucking lucky I love you, because I swear to god—”He smirks again. “Oh, I know.”I groan again, pressing my forehead against his chest for a moment before shoving myself off him. “Unbelievable,” I mutter as I pull him up with me.“You’re welcome,” he says, still grinning, and I glare at him.“You are never pulling that shit again.”“Well this was the last game, so
Kade POVMy body aches, exhaustion creeping in with every shift. Rook wasn’t wrong, I’m not as good as I used to be. And somehow, he’s gotten better. No matter how much I push, how hard I skate, he’s always a step ahead, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment to turn the tables on me.Now I get how he fucking felt all those years.I glance across the ice at him. He’s muttering something under his breath, probably chirping me from the penalty box. I can’t hear him over the crowd, but I know it’s about me slacking off. Maybe because I winked at him, knowing it would throw him off just enough to make him lose his focus.Except he didn’t lose it.We’re not winning this.I was so sure I could beat Rook like I always did, so sure I could just show up and still take him down. I didn’t even try to train these past few days. That was my mistake.The whistl
Rook POVThe last few days have been good. Kade has barely worked, giving himself real time to heal. I’ve purposely gone to train, making sure he has time alone with Harlow.He needs it. So every now and then, I fake that I have to train and head to the rink. Sure, I train, but not every single day. This is about giving him time with her, time they both need.“Have you decided?” My dad walks in, looking between us.“Does it really make a difference?” I ask. To me, it doesn’t matter whether Kade and I arrive together or not.“You’ve got to consider it. Are you going there together, as partners? Or are you showing up separately, like the rivals you’ve always been?”Kade smirks. “Maybe separate cars. Something tells me Rook won’t handle losing well.”He has no fucking idea.“Plus, I’m not sure I’ll want to sit in a car
Kade POVRook walks beside me, his hands are shoved in his pockets, and he has that smug little smirk still on his face. “You really thought they wouldn’t bring up our marriage?” he teases.I huff. “I don’t know why they care so much. It’s not like you’re some fucking trophy wife.”He gasps dramatically. “Excuse you, I am a fucking prize.”I roll my eyes, but I don’t fight the grin tugging at my lips.As we reach the doors leading to the ice rink, I hear the sound of skates carving into the ice. Laughter echoes, followed by Rose’s voice giving encouragement. I step inside, and my eyes immediately find Harlow.She’s on the ice, her tiny form skating with ease, stick in hand, guiding the puck forward.I stop walking.Rook keeps going, not noticing until he glances back at me. “What?”I gesture toward the rink. “She’s... ac
Kade POVI walk into the stadium, Rook right beside me. We brought Harlow along, and she and Rose are going to skate for a bit. It gives her something to do, and afterward, we can join her as well.“So, no punching people, right?” Rook glances at me.“You are telling me?” I scoff. “I am pretty sure you would be the one to punch a reporter, not me.”His head tilts slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t know. You have always hated them, but now you can punch them, and it doesn’t even matter. You’re quitting, what are they going to do? Force you to play more as punishment?”Rolling my eyes, I shove him, but he barely moves. Instead, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in tight.“I’m offended, Mercer. Look at you, shoving me,” he teases, his grip tightening. “You should be glad the cameras didn’t catch it... Abuse. Damn,