CHAPTER ONERILEY’S POVThe crowd was screaming so loud my ears were ringing. Chatham University’s ice rink was packed tonight, and the energy felt like it could lift the roof off the building. I sat in my usual spot, a few rows behind the team bench, gripping the railing tightly out of excitement. My eyes weren’t really on the puck flying across the ice or the players slamming into each other. They were only on him.Jax Harlan.He stood behind the bench in his captain’s jersey, with his arms crossed and shouting instructions at the team with that deep, commanding voice that always made my legs go weak at the sound of it.He was thirty-four years old, tall, heavily muscled, with arms covered in dark tattoos that showed every time he raised his stick. The way he moved, the way he commanded the ice—it was like he owned everything he touched.I had been obsessed with Jax for years. But nobody knew, not even my best friend. I kept it locked deep inside me, it was a secret I was scared t
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