“That’s the first time I’ve ever been scared on the ice,” he said. “Really? I guess having a puck flying at you is a little different when you’ve got a helmet on.” “No, it’s a little different when it’s flying at you.” The look in his eyes when they met mine was so intense I felt a lump form in my throat. “I can’t handle the thought of something bad happening to you, Paige.” “Well, nothing bad did happen, thanks to you.”
