FAZER LOGINHunter Travis was staring at me again. Not glaring, which was why the whole thing was weird in the first place.Every few minutes, I’d glance up and catch his eyes already on me. The second we made eye contact, he’d look away like he’d been caught doing something illegal.Was he mad about my mother hitting him? For the record that wasn't on me. And I had even snapped at her over it. The freezer incident had been an accident. The only thing I didn't understand was the part where my mother let it slip that he had been at my bedside for hours. Why? I was sure he had better things to do than watch me sleep. Had he been worried about me? No, that was impossible. My mother was probably wrong about him being there. There was no way Travis Moore had been worried about me.“Bailey!” Coach Warren’s whistle shrieked across the rink. “Move your ass!”“I’m moving,” I called back.Unfortunately, my body had other ideas. I pushed off into a sprint, and immediately my left skate caught awkwardly b
Travis The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was a sharp contrast to the beating of my own heart. Where it was slow and steady, mine was pounding, fast and relentless, the panic that had washed over me since I had watched Hunter pass out refusing to leave. He lay motionless now beneath crisp white hospital sheets, his skin far paler than it should have been. His lips had lost their usual color, and it looked wrong. I hated it. Hated seeing him look so vulnerable. He always acted like he was indestructible, like a force far greater than even gravity. Hunter Bailey wasn’t fragile.He was six-foot-four of sarcasm, stubbornness and muscle. He annoyed me every chance he got, invaded my space, argued with me.Kissed me.My pulse stumbled.The doctor had assured us that Hunter would be fine. “Mild hypothermia,” he’d said. “A little longer in that freezer and we’d be having a very different conversation.”Those words refused to leave my head. My stomach twisted violently. If Mrs. Johns
TravisThis 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
Hunter. Locating Travis hadn't been difficult. The entire team seemed to have an obsession with posting their every move on Instagram. A little stalking of Sammy's page and I found a blurry photo of them with their location tagged. I knew Travis didn't want me anywhere around him. I knew he hated
Travis "No." The word was ripped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Acid burned through my chest and I suddenly felt sick. It can't be. No. No. This can't be happening to me. This was a nightmare and any second now, I'll wake up. There was no way in hell the blond asshole was my step brothe
Travis "How was practice master Travis?" Mrs Johnson asked as I stepped into the house. She had been the housekeeper even before I was born and was the closest thing to a mother I had ever had since mine had disappeared when I was two. "The usual." I said, wiping an arm over my sweaty forehead.
Travis. "What the hell is going on here?" I barked. The defencemen glanced over his shoulder at me, eyebrows pulled down in a glare. Before he could say anything, the new guy grabbed his arm and spun him around in a lightning quick maneuver. One second he was pinned and the next he had a man the







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