Iced Hearts And Half Time Kisses [Hockey Romance]
The walk home is short, but every step feels heavier, her mind replaying Knox’s tense expression, the way his body shielded her from that coming car as her heart leaps, eyes continuously scanning around in fear.
By the time she reaches, her fingers are numb, and her breath is fogging in the air from the cold.
Inside, the house is warm, the faint glow of the living room TV spilling into the hallway. Maya sprawled on the couch, in her pajamas, scrolling through her phone. “You’re late,” Maya says without looking up, her voice muffled by the bag of chips she’s holding.
“Had to meet someone,” Skye mutters, kicking off her boots. She locks the front and back doors, double-checking the bolts, but
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