“I’m distracted.” I snort. “I can tell.” I glance at the eavesdroppers and lower my voice. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” Stone signals for their best center, and he skates over quickly and drops something into Stone’s hand. I’m confused, and everyone is staring. “Stone.” I’m impatient and hesitant at the same time. “Baby,” he says, getting down on one knee. What the hell is he doing? He takes his helmet off and shakes his sweaty head. Stone Foster is just as edgily attractive as he was years ago when we came face to face as enemies. He hated me then, but I know he loves me now. “I had this
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