Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)

by Stephanie Archer

My phone lights up with a text. Hey. There’s a burst of excitement in my chest. I can’t help it. It’s just my body’s reaction when he texts me. We’ve been texting a lot over the break, and part of me hopes that he’s just as bored and miserable without me. Hi, I respond, eyes glued to my screen, watching as the typing dots appear. I’ve been thinking about taking a trip. Oh, yeah? Somewhere warm? Somewhere cold. Dumb, naive hope twirls and spins in my chest. The typing dots pop up, disappear, and pop up again. I’ve never been to Silver Falls, he texts. My heart leaps into my throat and I beam at my phone. “What is going on?” Hazel asks, smirking at me. “Nothing.” It’s gorgeous this time of year, I text. You’ll freeze your ass off. Perfect. Can I come say hi? Yes, please. Great. My flight lands in two hours. My mouth falls open. What?! I’m at the airport. Is that okay? Of course! My smile stretches from ear to ear. Hazel drops down beside me, peering at my phone to read the texts. “What?” she repeats. “What’s going on?” I don’t care that my emotions are written all over my face. “Jamie’s coming to visit.” She sighs, but she’s smiling. “Of course he is.”