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July 23 - July 25, 2025
“Only when my damsel-in-distress radar goes off.”
“Oh, and I suppose that makes you Prince Charming?”
“Sorry, princess, but I’m definitel...
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“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I’d answer your calls and I’d drive you to parties.”
“But you have a good night, Sunshine. I hope I proved to you not all hockey players are pigs.”
Maybe she thought I hadn’t heard her at the ice rink. Or that I didn’t recognize her. Impossible. Violet wasn’t the kind of girl you forgot.
She had stunning long, deep red hair, and her eyes were such a startling shade of light blue I’d struggled to pull my gaze from them. Her features were delicate, and when she wasn’t glaring at me she looked like she could have stepped right out of a fairy tale—well,
There were a few things I was certain of though. I was right; hockey players were pigs. My mom was right; jocks couldn’t be trusted. And Reed was right; I deserved better.
It was hard not to flinch, and I seriously began to wonder whether my dreams of playing in the NHL were worth it. She was completely oblivious to my inner turmoil though.
“Pretty sure the only time growling is allowed is in one of those dirty books Mom likes to read,” he replied. “Back me up here, Gray.”
If this was what it felt like to kiss a devil, then send me straight to hell.
“Well, you don’t scare me, Reed Darling.”
“Good,” he said. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to scare.”
“Maybe I was just waiting for the right partner.”
Apparently, I was a hockey fan after all. I’d just needed the right guy to cheer for.
“Nobody calls me cute.”
“You can call me whatever you want, Sunshine. As long as you call me yours.”
