Scoring Position (Hockey Ever After #2)

by Ashlyn Kane

Ryan pulled out his phone to text her some vague chirping encouragement… and realized his notifications had blown up while he was out on his run. His heart sank. That many unread text messages, WhatsApp alerts, and pushes from theScore could only mean one thing—a trade. Ryan didn’t want to believe it was him… but he knew it was. However much a team appreciated the way he could get the locker room fired up, that wasn’t enough to keep him. Ryan was a middling center on a good day, and there was no loyalty in professional sports. Even Gretzky had been traded. Ryan just hadn’t expected he’d be eating breakfast alone at his parents’ kitchen table the first time it happened to him. He tried to set aside the sinking feeling in his stomach and the way his skin had suddenly gone cold. Then he opened theScore to view the damage. It would be easier than getting the news from a teammate. Still, a piece of cereal seemed to have lodged in his throat. Fuel Sends Lundström, Second-Round Pick to Montreal for Ryan Wright Fuck. Ryan’s head swam and he sagged in his chair. He’d thought he had at least another year with the Voyageurs—that was when his current contract expired, and his agent seemed to think they were making good progress negotiating an extension. But that trade? That was like offering up a brand-new Ferrari and a road bike for a three-year-old Toyota Corolla. Montreal would’ve been stupid to pass that up. Through uncooperative, disbelieving eyes, he skimmed the article, but the...