“No,” Jamie agreed, pulling him close. “We’re champions.” The end.
“I’m not here to mess with your head,” Jamie said softly. “I’m here to play hockey. But I need you to know… what you said back then? ‘Just a camp thing’? It wasn’t. Not for me.”
Jamie leaned in first, but Leo closed the gap. him sarina bowen epub
He was broader now, his jaw sharper, a thin scar over his left eyebrow from a fight in the AHL. But his eyes—those warm, whiskey-brown eyes—were the same. They met Leo’s for a fraction of a second before Jamie looked away.
“I know.” Jamie’s hand rested on the seat between them, knuckles brushing Leo’s thigh. “I’m not scared anymore. Are you?” “No,” Jamie agreed, pulling him close
Coach called them linemates. First line. Left wing and center.
For three weeks, they barely spoke off the ice. On the ice, they were magic—no-look passes, one-timers, goals that made the crowd roar. But in the locker room, silence screamed. “I’m here to play hockey
It happened in a hotel room in Vancouver. A stolen bottle of whiskey. Laughter about old pranks. Then silence.