Offside Hearts Novels & Stories

The black athletic tape stabilizing his collarbone was beginning to peel at the edges, the adhesive losing its grip against his skin—a stark reminder that the temporary fix they had engineered in Boston was rapidly running out of time. Beside him, Jaxson was a towering column of pure, silent hostility. The captain had his dark sunglasses back over his eyes, his heavy team duffel slung effortlessly over one broad shoulder, his six-foot-three frame cutting a wide, unobstructed path through the midday crowd of commuters. He didn't look at the digital news kiosks lining the concourse, even though every third screen was flashing a high-definition replay of the "Garden Meltdown" loading dock kiss.