All Chapters of The Hockey Captain’s Room 309 Bet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Wren’s POVFather walked back and forth through my room, inspecting it like he was preparing for a military operation.First, he checked the power outlets first. Then the smoke detector. Then the latch on the window.He even crouched down beside the bed and ran his hand under it as if he expected to find something suspicious hiding there.I stood beside my half-unpacked suitcase and watched him impatiently. “Everything is fine, Dad!”He finally stopped pacing and nodded. “Good to go.”I smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”He nodded once, satisfied. Apparently, by the time a parent reached their third college child, they developed a very specific routine.This was his third move-in day. My older brother had gone through this two years ago, and my sister had gone through it before him. Check the outlets. Test the window. Inspect the mattress. Pretend he wasn’t trying not to cry…Funny.My stepmother hovered near the doorway, holding a cardboard box of granola bars.“You will get hungry soon. I bro

Cal’s POV I barely made it ten steps from Room 309 before Deacon called my name. “Cal!” I looked up. My best friend and teammate was standing at the end of the hallway, a beer in one hand and a grin already spreading across his face. “Where the hell were you?” I slipped my hands into my pockets. “Room 309.” The moment the words left my mouth, I braced myself for his reaction. His eyes widened. Then he burst out laughing. “No way.” I frowned. “What?” “You actually went?” “I said I would.” Deacon shook his head, still laughing. “Damn, Captain. You really got to work early.” A couple of my teammates nearby heard him. Within seconds, heads turned. “Room 309?” “Is that where you disappeared to?” “Did Captain already start the show?” I rolled my eyes. Here we go. My teammates started gathering around us, their curiosity instantly replacing whatever conversation they’d been having. One of them slapped my shoulder. “So?” I shrugged. “So what?” “What was she like?” I glance

“Who’s the new baddie?” Deacon leaned toward me, shouting over the music. I barely heard him. I was sitting back on the couch, half listening to my teammates argue about last night’s game. Some girl whose name I didn’t remember was gently stroking my hair. I followed his gaze across the room. And froze. A girl had just walked through the door. She was stunning. Long hair falling over her shoulders. A fitted top. Short skirt. Her face was framed perfectly by makeup and there was something about the way she carried herself that made heads turn. Including mine. I stood. “Who is she?” Deacon asked. “I don’t know.” But even as I said it, something about her looked familiar. I stared harder. No. That couldn’t be right. I crossed the room, desperate to get a closer look. The closer I got, the stronger the feeling became. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same little crease between her brows. The girl in Room 309. My eyebrows rose. Impossible. The girl I’d met earlier had been buried