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My body is healed fully, every bit of it pressed back together. My mind is the thing that’s permanently broken.
How would any of them look up to a captain, and trust me to lead them, if they knew that every second on the ice, I’m fighting an internal war?
With Rhys, waiting longer than a day to see him again, to touch him, feels like torture.
“You saw him, Reiner. He stared at the fucking door all night waiting for her.” Freddy jerks his attention back to me, eyes dark as he sizes me up again. “You’ve already hurt him once tonight. Considering your track record, I think it’d be better if I stop you now. You don’t give a shit about him.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, Gray,” he whispers. Another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “My girl.”
“Say it again,” he demands. “I love you.” “Good girl,” he says, sinking to his knees.
“You’re a fucking hockey player who has enough bullshit in his life to deal with without adding a fucked-up family of three into the mix. That is the stupidest shit I can think of. God, Rhys, barely a few months ago you were too panicked to fucking skate—what makes you think you could help any of us when you can barely help yourself?”

