The Hockey Captain’s Curvy Obsession
"Your left quadriceps activation is at eighty-one percent. We need to run the manual mobilization protocol before you sleep."
"Run the protocol, Sasha," Rhys promised, his dark eyes wide and filled with a victorious resolve. "I am all yours."
I gave a single, slow nod of determination.
I placed the silver championship medal carefully inside the secure compartment of my briefcase, locking the latch with my private code.
We sat together in the quiet cabin, our hands locked with an intense, steady pressure as the transport plane descended toward the Seattle horizon. The corporate wars were still active on the division servers, but the hockey captain and his plus-size nutritionist were no lo