INICIAR SESIÓNI finally manage to climb off Cade and sink into the seat beside him, legs shaky and a delectable ache between my thighs.
Cade's head is tipped back against the leather. His chest is still rising and falling, and his eyes are half-closed. That's when I notice his hand resting on his thigh.The knuckles are split and swollen. A dark bruise is spreading across the back of it."Why did you punch that guy?" I ask."Because he deserved it." He doesn't open his eLater, I'm lying in bed.I’ve been trying to read a book for almost an hour, but my eyes keep drifting to the phone on the nightstand.Cade said he’d call once they reached the hotel. There’s no real reason to think he won’t. Still, after the way things ended earlier, a small, anxious part of me wonders if he’s more upset than he let on.When the screen finally lights up with his name, I answer before the second ring.“You called.”The relief in my voice is embarrassingly obvious.A low chuckle comes through the speaker. “You sound surprised.”I bite my lip. “I thought maybe you were still a little upset with me.”“After all those kisses I gave you before I left?”“My mind creates all sorts of scenarios sometimes.” I chuckle. “Are you guys already at the hotel?”“Yeah. They roomed me with Leo, but he’s out somewhere,” he says. “What are you doing?”“Talking to you.”Cade laughs. The sound is rich and warm, and I find myself grinning at absolutely nothing.“I meant before I called,” he
For a second, all I feel is relief.Cade is standing right there, looking perfectly fine. No broken bones, no blood, nothing to suggest someone tried to injure him badly enough to ruin his career.Then I remember Dax's arms were around me when he walked in.Oh, God."Cade." I move toward him.He doesn't let me get very far. One arm slips around my waist, and he pulls me against him before kissing me.I'm too surprised to react at first, but then I kiss him back, relieved enough to forget that Dax is standing a few feet away.When Cade finally lifts his head, his attention shifts to my best friend.“I should’ve expected how fast you’d come to do damage control after getting exposed.”Dax’s jaw tightens. “I only came to tell Soraya the truth.”“The truth? You mean the version where everyone else is responsible for your actions and you never are?”“Can someone please explain what is actually going on?” I demand.Cade looks at me. “This dimwit and his puppet tried to take me out during a
Coach's words catch me completely off guard. For a second, I don’t know what to say.I’m still turning over the fact that my own stepbrother just tried to put me into the boards hard enough to keep me out of tomorrow’s game, and now Coach is handing me the C.I didn’t come to Sterling looking to lead anyone.I open my mouth to respond, but Dax beats me to it.“What the fuck?”Coach turns toward him. “Watch your language, Carter.”“No, Coach. You can't be serious.” Dax looks between us like he's waiting for someone to tell him this is a joke. “You're giving him my position?”“I'm giving him the responsibility of leading this team tomorrow. You forfeited that responsibility with your behavior.”Dax laughs, but there's nothing remotely amused about it. Then he turns to me, his eyes blazing with fury.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? That’s why you and Leo cooked up this whole fucking story.”I don’t answer. There’s nothing worth saying to him right now.He turns on Coach instead. “You
Dax’s head snaps around. “What the fuck are you talking about?”Leo doesn't even flinch as he keeps his eyes on Coach.“I overheard them in the locker room. I didn’t catch every word, but it was clear enough. They were talking about making sure he can't play tomorrow.”Chase pushes himself up, still wincing. “You’re out of your mind.”I look at Dax. The guilt is written all over his face for half a second before he locks it down. That’s all I need.I've put up with a lot from this guy.The constant insults. The petty competitions. The way he acts like every good thing that happens to me is somehow something I've stolen from him.But this?He actually tried to get me injured. Over a fucking game.“That's why you volunteered to pair with me?” I say in disbelief. “You're unbelievable.”"ENOUGH!" Coach's voice cuts through the argument.He skates toward us, looking furious. "Everybody shut the hell up."Nobody speaks. Coach turns to Leo."You're telling me you overheard these two planning
~~CADE~~I’m leaning against the boards during the water break when one of the freshmen skates over, still a little wide-eyed from Coach’s announcement about the scouts."Is it true your NHL team wants to sign you?"I glance at him. "Who told you that?""Nobody. I heard some guys talking."Of course he did."We've had conversations. Nothing's guaranteed.""But they drafted you, right?""Yeah.""So you're basically going pro after graduation?"I laugh. "That's not how it works, man."He launches into a string of questions—what the scouts are like, whether they tell you what they’re looking for, if they’re intimidating. The earnestness is almost funny.“Being noticed is only the start,” I say. “Doesn’t mean shit if you start playing like an idiot because you think someone’s watching. Just focus on playing your best game. That’s all you can control.”What a lot of people don't know is that my draft team has been talking about signing me for months. They've made it pretty clear they want
~~DAX~~ “Carter—no. DAX. Go sit down.” Coach’s voice cuts across the ice like a blade. I'm still skating when I realize it's for me. "I'm fine, Coach." "No. You're playing like a wreck. Go sit your ass down and take five." "I don't need a break." "I wasn't asking." I open my mouth to argue again. The look he gives me is sharp enough that several guys actually turn to stare. My face burns. I skate off hard, drop onto the bench, and slam my stick against the boards hard enough to rattle them. I know I haven’t been sharp. I also know I don’t deserve to be called out in front of the entire team when Cade has made his share of mistakes and somehow never gets the same treatment. Of course not. Cade Carter is apparently everyone’s new favorite. I watch Leonardo Davis glide over to him and say something that makes them both laugh. Two defensemen join them a second later, talking through the last play. Cade lifts his stick and shows them something with his wrists, and on







