로그인TravisThis wasn’t happening.Nope.There was absolutely no way this was real.I’d escaped Hunter’s room after… whatever the hell last night had been, gotten maybe four hours of sleep, and now I was trapped inside the walk-in freezer with the one person I’d been trying to avoid for days.Any second now I was going to wake up.“Help!” Hunter bellowed, pounding both fists against the steel door. “Can anybody hear us? Help!”His voice ricocheted around the tiny room until it made my temples throb.“Would you quit yelling?” I snapped.He rounded on me. “What?”“My eardrums are filing for divorce.”His jaw dropped. “You’d rather I just stand here?”“I’d rather you stopped making my headache worse.”“Oh, I’m sorry.” He spread his arms dramatically. “I didn’t realize there was a correct etiquette for freezing to death.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Those doors are insulated. They’re designed to keep temperature in.”“So?”“So…” I gestured at the thick walls. “Sound doesn’t travel.”He s
Hunter Waking up naked was pretty normal for me. What wasn't normal was the pounding in my head and the way the bed covers were tangled over my leg. I sat up slowly, groaning and cupping my head in my hands. Faint memories of storming off after my conversation with Travis, then going off to meet up with the anonymous texter replayed in my head. Had we gotten in a fight or something? My stomach growled loudly, which made me suddenly aware that I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten anything. I started to get up and that was when my gaze landed on my bedside table. Someone, probably the housekeeper, had left me a bottle of water and some Advil. Grateful, I grabbed the pills and tossed them down with a long pull of water. My phone pinged with a message notification as soon as I recapped the bottle. It took some hunting down to finally locate it in the pocket of my pants which were strewn at the foot of my bed. A low battery sign flashed at me as I pulled it out. It was a t
Travis I was only half listening to Zahara when I saw the headlights coming up the driveway. I leaped to my feet and raced outside, only partially aware of Zahara running after me. I skidded to a halt at the sight of the sleek black Audi. That was definitely not Hunter's beaten up Volvo. Who the fuck was that? I marched toward the car even as the driver door opened and a tall, familiar looking guy stepped out. He scanned his surroundings, looking slightly impressed, before he walked around to open the back door. My steps faltered as I watched him struggle with something. "Hey, who are you? You've got three seconds to get lost before I_" the words dried up in my mouth as soon as I spotted a messy mass of messy blonde hair emerging from the car. Blue eyes met mine, blurry and unfocused. My stomach dropped. What the fuck happened to him? I lunged for him, knocking the stranger out of the way and throwing Hunter's arm over my shoulder to support him. The stranger shot me a dark l
Hunter I climbed out of my run down Volvo, staring at the message on the screen. I should ignore it, but something kept pulling me back to it. Unable to stop replaying that nerve wracking confession from earlier, I decided to bite the bullet and respond. I jogged up the stairs, thumbs hovering over the screen. "Who are you?" I texted back, then tossed the phone on my bed as I stepped into my room. I whipped off my sweat soaked shirt, and kicked off both jeans and sneakers, leaving me in just my briefs. My phone buzzed as I made my way to the bathroom. I glanced over my shoulder and saw it was from the strange number again. Too curious for my own good, I went back to grab the phone. *Come find out* I blinked at the text, intrigue mounting. Nobody could ever say I didn't like a good mystery or challenge, and this felt like both. It was most likely someone from my old life trying to play games, but I was crazy enough to take the bait. "Where?" I texted back before jumpin
TravisZahara was saying something, and I kept a neutral smile fixed to my face. My mind was a million miles away, or more accurately, it was walking out of the hockey facility.I should have said something other than just standing there and gaping at him like a moron. But what could I have said? This entire thing felt like sinking sand. If I put one foot in, I'd be swallowed by the vast pull of it. It was better to steer clear of it, keep my focus on this thing with Zahara instead. The arrangement had gotten my father off my back, and things were easy at the moment. Or at least they were easy on the surface. On the outside, I was a turbulent storm. "Are you listening?" I snapped back to the present. "Yeah." She shot me an unimpressed look. "No, you weren't." I scrubbed a hand over my face. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm just tired. The game was brutal. We should get home." "This isn't about the game." She said. "Whatever is wrong with you has been here long before today's gam
Hunter"Bailey." I increased my pace at the sound of the voice, confused about why Travis was running after me. What did he fucking want? "Bailey!" He grabbed my arm and I whirled around, baring my teeth in a snarl. "What do you want?" "What was that back there?" I glanced over his shoulder, then back at him and blinked, making it clear that I didn't know what he was talking about. "What was what?" "That." He hissed. "Don't play dumb." "I just played hockey and did my part to raise millions for the kids with disability. The game is over, the money is raised, and it's time for me to fuck off." I told him. "You left like your ass was on fire, Bailey." He stepped forward. "I didn't know I was supposed to write a formal exit letter, Moore." I scoffed. "Get off my ass, man. Go back to your posh girlfriend. And hey, congratulations on that relationship. Who knew all it would take to get you two together was me kissing you." I expected him to recoil, to shut down and pull away now
Hunter The only reason I heard the knock on the door was because all my senses had been laser focused on that door for the past two hours or so. So by the time the knock sounded, I was already leaping out of the bed and lunging for it. My senses came back right on time and I paused, waiting for t
Hunter There's a strange tension at dinner. As a matter of fact, there's always a strange tension when Travis and Michael are within ten feet of each other. I considered not coming for dinner at all after what I had put my body through during the brutal practice with Travis, but somehow, I found
Travis I swung my stick and the puck went sailing... right into Hunter's waiting stick. I gritted my teeth, annoyed at ho impressive he was, which made no sense. It was more than clear why coach had brought him on as Neal's replacement. Hunter was fast, had a precision level that was rare on ice
Hunter "I was open, why the hell didn't you pass to me?" I bit out for what had to be the millionth time. It didn't take a genius to realise what was happening, but I was annoyed to admit it had taken me a while to pinpoint the problem. But then again, it had never occurred to me that the team wo







