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Chapter One Allison If my brother Zane found out what I was wearing under his best friend’s hockey jersey, he’d probably have a stroke right here in the luxury suite. The jersey belonged to Roman Greyson. Number 87. It was massive, made of heavy black-and-silver mesh that swallowed my frame, smelling exactly like him—expensive cedar wood, icy rink air, and a faint hint of pure, intoxicating male heat. It fell down to the middle of my thighs, completely hiding the ultra-tight, emerald-green silk dress I’d poured myself into for later.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can bring you back to my packhouse. Keep an eye on you.” I answer too fast. “No, I’m fine.” He arches a brow just slightly, like he’s not buying it. My palm grazes across his cheek and I manage to give him a small smile, “I promise.” The engine hums softly to life. I close my eyes and let the silence finish this night for me. Instead, Adrian talks about work, contractors, and the meetings he expects to run too long tomorrow. He mentions something about Nash nearly taking a defenseman’s at his last game and I remember that Nash gave us tickets for tomorrow’s game.

Going with someone I barely knew seemed especially foolish. Then I remembered Luke standing outside the coffee shop in his dark cap and sunglasses. He had said he preferred staying out of the spotlight too. Maybe he understood. ME: Are you finally admitting you play hockey? LUKE: I admit nothing. I smiled. ME: Then why invite me to a hockey game? His answer appeared a moment later. LUKE: Because I think I could make it less complicated. I read the words twice. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Then I typed:

“Right now I just need to feel you. Need to know this is real and not another night of thin walls and almosts.” I arched into him, ignoring the protest in my ribs. My hands slid under his shirt, palms flat against the warm, hard planes of his abdomen. “It’s real,” I whispered. “Terrifyingly real.” We stayed like that for a long time—kissing, touching, learning each other in the middle of the empty rink where no one could see us. His hands mapped every bruise with reverent care. My fingers traced the lines of muscle he’d earned carrying this team on his back. Every touch was slow, deliberate, aching with restraint and longing.

“Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.” When the door closes, I finally let the breath out of my lungs. So those men… those are the mysterious hockey players everyone keeps talking about. The ones the entire country is obsessed with. The Hyacinth brothers—four of the most talented, untouchable athletes in the world and the most private. No interviews. No photos. Just wins and rumors. If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal.

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

“Because hating you is the only thing I have control of right now, so save it.” I opened my mouth to respond, but was there a response for that? And that was all I could do because I would never be in his league. But now, his hate would destroy me. Zane leaned in closer, close enough that his breath ghosted over my lips through the gap in the boards. He was close enough that if I moved, even a tiny bit then I wouldn't miss. ”Don’t come to the rink again,” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “Tomorrow morning, you’re the girl I’m in love with for the producers. And you’ll smile like this whole thing isn’t a nightmare.”