August keeps his narrowed eyes on me. “She does deserve more. I know how you operate. When it comes down to it, the game will always be more important to you. Hockey is your first love—your life—just like your fucking dad’s. And when it falls to shit, I refuse to sit back and watch you destroy her life like your father did to your mother.” Whoa. His words hit me like a ton of bricks straight to the chest. The force hits me harder than his fists ever could and I’m left with nothing, staring at him as my eyes widen. It was a low blow and he knows it, the guilt instantly washing over his face.
