Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)

by Stephanie Archer

I sit up straight, feeling fired up. “I’m going to confront him.”

sit back down

I’m getting my job back.

or he’s gonna call the cops

“You can’t be crying in public,” I tell her. Again, my voice comes out sharp and stern. Jackass. “It’s unprofessional. You’ll move in tomorrow.”

i’ll cry wherever i damn please

We both pause as San Jose skates toward Vancouver’s net.

WILL AND MACK HOW ARE YOU

Rage surges through my veins. I’ll kill them. “Who?” I demand in a low, lethal voice. “Tell me. Names. Now.”

boy be so fr

What am I going to play? I scramble for a song.

when in doubt sing taylor swift

“You want to play another?” Jordan asks, arching a brow at me, but she’s smiling.

no i’m good thanks