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Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.

Built a version of myself that doesn’t revolve around the boy who disappeared after one night. My body betrays me. My pulse thumps faster, my chest feels tighter as a thousand memories I buried a decade ago are suddenly clawing their way back to the surface. The moonlight in my father’s office with Jay’s hands on my waist. The way he said my name like it mattered. I close my eyes briefly. This is ridiculous. I’m not eighteen anymore. I’m not the girl who fell in love with my brother’s best friend. I’m Madison Walker. Business owner, contract negotiator; the woman half the NHL calls when their careers are on the line. I don’t care if he’s in my city or on the other end of the planet.

“The way he grabbed you, the way he was in your face, the bags, your dripping hair, all of it! Someone caught the whole thing. It’s on Gossip Grind, ShadeRoom, everywhere! Three million views in two hours, Lucy!” I nearly drop my phone. “Wait. WHAT?! We’re not even dating! What the fuck is going on?” “Oh my God, Lucy,” she shrieks. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your neighbor is Rhett Lawson?!” “Who the hell is Rhett Lawson?!” “A famous hockey star. He's in the NHL, like one of the best of all time!” Freya cackles. My eyes widen. “People are calling the whole thing a lover’s spat. Oh my God—THREE MILLION VIEWS IN TWO HOURS! And the title?” She clears her throat dramatically. “‘Hockey Star

"Twice. You didn't pick up." I pulled off my gloves and dropped them on the desk. "I was on the ice." "I know where you were." She set the leather folder on the desk and opened it without ceremony. "Sit down, Luca." I sat… She laid three printed pages in front of me. The first was a screenshot collection, fan accounts and sports commentary, all circling the same exhibition game footage I had been trying to stop thinking about for four days. The second was a social media analytics report with certain sections highlighted in yellow. The third was an article from a mid-tier sports culture site with the headline underlined in red pen: *Devereaux and Calloway: Hockey Rivalry or Something Else?*

I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the lingering feeling of violation. As I stood there, my emotions in turmoil, I couldn't help but reach for my phone. It was a reflexive action, a desperate attempt to escape the harsh reality that awaited me. With a trembling hand, I unlocked the device and opened the news app. The headlines were ablaze with news of Timothy Hayes, and my heart sank as I read the words that confirmed my worst fears. The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover.

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…

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