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##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.

PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Hockey Romance) BOOK 5 Intro; People think being obsessed with a hockey player means posters, jerseys, and screaming in packed arenas. But For Kieran Vey, obsession looks different. It looks like memorizing the rhythm of his skates against ice, learning the exact second his jaw tightens before a fight breaks out on the rink, watching interviews frame by frame just to catch the rare moments when NHL golden boy Bryan Calloway looks genuinely angry instead of media-trained perfection.

Yet this girl, who spent two years writing my name in a notebook she never wanted me to see, walked right through my defenses in a single afternoon. Maybe it was because she didn't flinch when I spoke. Most people looked at me and saw a future NHL draft pick or a target. When I talked to Cheryl, she looked at me like I was just a person. Or maybe it was because she handed me her own wreckage first. The shattered ankle, the bitter sister she still wouldn't name, the version of herself that hockey had stolen away. I've never been good at taking without giving something back. Richard made sure of that early. In our house, nothing was ever free.

The sun was just starting to come up the next morning when I finally turned on the television in my living room to clear the silence, the screen instantly flashed with a bright red breaking news banner across the bottom while a reporter stood outside the corporate headquarters downtown. The news anchor looked directly into the camera and announced, "We are coming to you live because hockey superstar Declan Kingsley is about to hold an emergency press conference to address the devastating scandal involving his university reporter.”

He didn’t even care that I hadn’t consented to that video! “I don’t want to hear excuses, you won’t be going to Toronto this weekend anymore… I'll be sending you to grandmas, surely you can work on the farm…” His words slowly drowned out and I turned to leave ignoring his calls. I hated them… This time j meant it… just one night I had leg loose and foolishly trusted them only for them to ruin my life. What I couldn’t understand was why? Why they had done it?! Perhaps to put me I. My image? Or to break me? As I walked past their room, I heard the hockey team mirror their girlfriends' laughter.

Today, it was the world’s premier sports medicine research hub, fully independent, untouchable, and backed by a franchise dynasty that had reshaped North American hockey. My left hand rested on the rim of my coffee mug, the massive oval diamond catching the morning sun. "You're analyzing telemetry on a Sunday morning, Dr. Keller," a deep, rough voice rumbled from the doorway. I turned as Rhys walked in. He had just finished a ninety-minute high-intensity skate on our private basement rink. Clad in black sweatpants and a dark grey training shirt, sweat dampening his dark hair, he looked every bit the six-foot-four captain who had led the Seattle Kraken to back-to-back championships.

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're in the game tomorrow, and since you don't know a thing about hockey, I figured we could use this power outage to study something fun for once." "What's that?" I asked, trying to peer at the book in his lap from where I was sitting. Adrien grinned, flipping a few pages as if it were a magazine. "Hockey for Dummies," he said with a wink. "Thought it might be useful for you, seeing as you've missed a couple of practices." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. So, what are we studying tonight? Penalty shots and checking?"