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Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul that you never knew was missing. Torquato Tasso
The guy standing a few feet away was drop-dead gorgeous—a shock of blond hair catching the light, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that looked like he’d come straight from the gym. It took a few seconds to recognize him—Brody Tanner, the new D-man who’d been traded to the Warriors over the summer.
What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t exactly ask him to step behind a tree with me.
My heart sped up, and I couldn’t resist giving him a once-over. Argh! Me Gabe, you Brody. Me want to drag you home.
I locked the door behind me like Gabe was hot on my heels. My heart hammered, and my hands shook so violently it took three tries to unclip Otto’s leash. The second he trotted off, I rushed into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa like the drama queen I’d become.
But no, the little traitor remained glued to Gabe’s feet, looking up at him adoringly.
This morning, I’d said hello while we clomped down the chute to the ice, but all I got out of him was a quick “hi.” He skated away as soon as we reached the rink. It had been this way since camp started, and I was beginning to wonder if we’d ever be more than Gabe who thought Brody was hot, and Brody who was determined to avoid Gabe.
If I didn’t get off my feet soon, I might actually faint. That would be the icing on the awkward cake that had become my life,
