“You were still a kid to me back then. I really didn’t think of our relationship that way, but he scared me all the same. Sloane, you have to understand, I had nothing to my name except being good at hockey. Being really fucking good at hockey. Good enough to pull myself out of the gutter I got left in. And your dad? He’s just powerful and connected enough to follow through on his threats.” Her bottom lip wobbles and her eyes blink. “But why would he want you to stay away from me?” My face scrunches, and I wipe a hand over my stubble, hearing the rasp in my ears. “You really can’t guess,
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