The Year We Hid Away (The Ivy Years, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

So I kissed her again. And then, because this is my life and not somebody’s love song, my watch beeped.

“What do we owe them?” he asked. “Who?” “The parents who fuck up so badly. How much should we put up with as payment for being born?”

It was the goalie’s job to see the whole ice at once. I’d spent the past few months feeling that I’d failed at the job. But tonight I understood that if you kept your heart in the game, there would always be one more period to play. And excellent people to play it with. Game on.