Chapter 4 NOAHThe first rule was simple: Don’t look at Kai Harper’s sister the way other guys do.It was a boundary I’d set years ago, a line carved in stone. Kai was my brother, my teammate, the guy who had my back when the hits got brutal. You don’t cross that line. You don’t even let yourself think about it.But sitting at my desk in our off-campus suite, staring at a playbook while rain taps against the glass, the rule feels less like a boundary and more like a cage.“Brooks! Coach wants the power-play edits by tomorrow morning,” Kai yells from the kitchen over the blender as he mixes another massive protein shake.“I’m on it,” I call back, rubbing my eyes.The pressure this semester is unreal. The NHL draft is months away, and every game is an audition. Coach Daniels reminds me daily that one bad hit, one scandal, one slip in focus could tank my stock. Scouts are everywhere, watching how I lead, how I practice, how I breathe. My future depends on staying locked in. No distrac
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