NOAH’S POV“Where are you, Birdy?”“I need my lucky charm.”The messages kept dropping onto my screen, stacking on top of the four he’d already sent in six minutes.I stirred the electrolyte packet into his water bottle at the counter, watching the powder spin into a cloudy blue funnel.I was his lucky charm. Idiot. But God so help me, I loved it.Three days since the championship and here I was—at his practice, because he had an international tournament coming up.So again—playing errand girl for the man who announced his engagement on national television. Shouldn’t Rosalind be the one mixing this? He’d chosen her after all.I capped the bottle hard enough that it hissed, grabbed my bag, and headed for the rink. I was still scrolling his messages when I hit the locker room hallway, and my foot caught a duffel bag jutting out from under a bench.I was certain I’d slam my jaw on the ground.Then a hand closed around my upper arm and hauled me upright in one motion, no strain at all, al
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