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Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages. "Their addicting, aren't they?" she asks me. "Okay, I get it. This book is definitely worth…" I flip it over and look at the price. "Eight-fifty. I could probably play with this this soft sheep for a while." She smiles and turns back to the books, searching for another one. But a bright red book catches my eye. Grabbing it, I know I found exactly what we're looking for. "The ABC's of Soccer Board Book," I say outloud.

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"I promise. Now come on, we're going to be late." We split up for our different classes, and the morning passes in the usual blur of lectures and note-taking. By the time lunch rolls around, I'm ready for a break. But as I'm packing up my things, Ty appears at my classroom door. "Hey." He leans against the frame. "You coming to the game today?" "Game?" "The hockey match. Home game against Westfield. It's this afternoon." He grins. "I'm the goalie. You have to come."

I’d have to make sure we never cross paths again. After ensuring our kits were intact and stored properly, I shut down the rink once everyone else had left. Coach Stetson texted, said he wanted to discuss a lucrative deal with me. Something about bringing my name to big screens like N*****x and delivering me on a platter to NHL scouts. When I came to Richmond, I had no desire for fame. I started playing hockey because I enjoyed it. It was a good pastime, but there was no future for me in the sport. Once I completed the important task I came to this city to do, my pack and I would return to hiding from the rest of the world.

Finally, I shoot him a look. “Why would I be scared?” I retort. Zack smirks. “Because you don’t know anything about hockey. Lucky for our company, I do.” He turns to Daniel confidently. “Don’t worry, sir. I can take care of this.” I rub my forehead and sigh. If only he knew the half of it. It’s true that I’m not a big hockey fan and Zack is — it always seemed like more of a werewolf thing to me. Werewolves, Alphas especially, have a tendency to be stronger than ordinary humans and excel in sports. Some humans liked to watch it, sure, but I never really had.

I thought I was here because of my spices, because of my hard work in the hot kitchen, but. The cold air of the ice rink pierced my pores, but the blood in my veins felt boiling. I didn't remember how I got there. I just knew I had to see him. In front of me, dozens of hockey players in full uniform were hurtling at high speed. A black puck shot straight up, hitting the wall with a deafening thud. "Woah! Chef! Get out of there!" someone shouted from the bench. "When did she get in there?"

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.