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excitement, eyes still glu

ed that I'd be back here one day... not as the poor helpless girl that was abandoned by her only fami

hard work was w

to reality, and my breath caught in my throat as I look

n my phone, chest pumping har

k the chance to stare around, my eyes lingering longer on

ls like a drea

driver led the way, and I

ings about the players from this particular

all the hockey players around the world

to. I've worked so hard to get here.

ompanied by the scent of menthos the m

g the puck, blades scraping against the ice, and the p

e stripes... And each player's names and numb

a young man skated toward me, and as he a

one of my research about the tea

the ice rink, standing before me, smi

red me a

I'm Coach Bryant. You can

's nice to meet you, Coach B

ck you up..." he paused and glanced bac

ine. I un

turned to the ice rink an

oduce you to the

ed, fingers tight

ou have to stay calm. Don't react no matter how rude t

the players skate toward me, their voices echoing in th

air. Your new trainer and physiothe

el short even though I was 5'8... A height just perfect for a woman. I

It's nice t

, and damn it! Their face

ckey players are always super hot. Th

ace the former physiotherapist with?" One o

Can she even do anything for

im, then turned to me and smil

"H

ain before walking away, and I

he name tag on h

the reason their last trainer quit. Fans hates hi

swing my hand on his face, because God help me, please... I

What an

raw. If I let it pass now

idn't reach my eyes. "Were you

brows

rfect for a woman, don't you think so? Besides, does i

Now, I fe

but I didn't

nother one said... Scott Hughes. Twenty-eight,

and has a messed up personality. Fans l

s smile lingering on his face. "Your f

all l

wearing a long skirt and bagg

his glove on. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Scott. I hope we get alo

rd looking people..

re crazier th

, Vivianne

king his hand briefly.

V. I think I like

ad. The last time I heard that was eight years ago... from Noa

d my hand, forcing

orry I was gone for too long. I ho

I bare

lt like punchi

he driver is waiting to ta

ina

tcase, not before I shot Mar

ve a whole lot

**

The driver pulled

jaw d

e? Life's good. I can't remember the last

the passcode for the house... You shoul

is car and drove off, while I

later, but for now, I

ress to last me for

ped into the living room. Spacious, w

hard times that I'd bee

imed, and I r

the unregistered number

ith us for now. We'll provide a more comfortable place for you to st

ed, but still, I replied to him, saying that it's fine, and I liked

" I threw myself on the couc

omach g

haven't

red food

y passed when I hea

e already? T

the door and

trailed off, and I froze at

Boul