Todos los capítulos de The Hockey Captain's Forbidden Girl : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

The first rule of surviving senior year was simple. Never fall in love with your brother's best friend.The second rule was never let him find out you still weren't over it.I broke both before nine o'clock on a Monday morning, and I hadn't even left the newsroom yet."Big announcement." Julian stood at the front of the room, coffee in one hand, a printed schedule in the other, the whole staff crowded around the assignment board like he was about to read off something better than a beat assignment. "Hartwell Hockey opens their season in three weeks. I want a full-time reporter on it. Season preview, game recaps, player features, the works."A ripple went through the room, half excitement, half relief that it wasn't them. Somebody near the back muttered something about press passes and courtside seats like this was the beat everyone had been quietly hoping for since September."That's a real beat," someone said. "Like, actual readership.""Exactly. Which is why I'm giving it to my best

"You're recording, right?" Ethan dropped into the chair across from me in the empty film room, elbows on his knees, every inch the captain doing his media obligations. "Don't want Julian saying I went off script.""You've never once stayed on script." I set my phone between us, recorder running, and did not think about the text still sitting unanswered in my messages. You're blaming the wrong person. I'd read it so many times overnight that I'd started hearing it in his voice instead of a stranger's. "Let's start easy. How's the team looking heading into the season?""Deep. Faster than last year. We lost two seniors on defense but picked up a transfer who's been solid in camp." He said it easily, professional, exactly the kind of quote Julian wanted, and I wrote it down and did not look up at him for longer than the question required.He tapped two fingers against the edge of the table, a small restless rhythm, the kind of thing his hands did when the rest of him was performing calm b

"You didn't tell me Ethan was coming.""I didn't think I needed to." Mason grabbed a handful of rolls off the counter before Mom could swat his hand away. "He's basically been coming to Sunday dinner since we were fourteen. Why, is that a problem?""No." I said it too fast, the way I'd been saying everything too fast for a week now, and busied myself with the plates so I wouldn't have to look at either of them. "Just would've liked a warning.""Since when do you need a warning about Ethan?"The doorbell rang before I had to answer that, and Mason went to get it, and I stood in the kitchen with a stack of plates in my hands, listening to my own heartbeat do something reckless at the sound of his voice in our front hallway, easy and warm, greeting my mother like he'd never once been three years of careful distance instead of a regular fixture at this table."Ethan!" My mother's voice, delighted, the particular warmth she reserved for exactly two people outside our immediate family, Priy

She was sitting in Julian's office when I got to the newsroom Monday morning, and I knew who she was before anyone said a word.Dark hair, easy posture, the exact face from the cropped photo I'd stared at for too long four days ago, except in person she looked less like a rumor and more like a person, tired around the eyes in a way three-year-old photographs never showed."Lily, good, you're here." Julian waved me in, oblivious to the way my whole body had gone rigid in the doorway. "This is Savannah Reyes. She reached out about the hockey piece, said she had some background on the program from a few years back. Thought it might be useful for the feature.""You're the one writing about the team," Savannah said, studying me with an expression I couldn't quite read, something careful and assessing that made me feel like she already knew exactly who I was before Julian said my name. "Lily Harper. Mason's sister.""You know Mason?""I knew everyone, once." She said it simply, no obvious w

I found him after practice, waiting by his own choice this time instead of chasing me down, leaning against the boards with his gear bag already over his shoulder like he'd known I was coming."Savannah came to see you.""You knew she was back?""I knew she might be, eventually. I didn't know when." He pushed off the boards, and for once he didn't try to arrange his face into anything easy. "What did she tell you?""That your father's accident wasn't what everyone says it was. That she got messages about it three years ago, right before she left. That whoever's texting me now is probably the same person."Something in his jaw went tight, and he was quiet long enough that I thought he might not answer at all."My father was a sports accountant. University athletics, back when I was a kid." He said it carefully, each word placed like it cost him something specific. "He found something in the books he wasn't supposed to find. I don't know all the details, I was nine, nobody explains fina