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"Yeah, something like that." My eyes stay glued to the screen. "Guess the Blades have me a little more excited than usual."
"Or maybe it's something, or someone, rink-side causing this ruckus?" she says, raising an eyebrow in that all-knowing way only nurses can.
"Okay, busted. But can you blame me?" I smirk, trying to mask any real emotion. "Have you seen the way Parker's playing tonight? He's on fire."
"Sure, sure, blame it on Parker." She adjusts the cuff. "Just take it easy, all right? We don't need you flatlining over a hockey game."
With a final pat on my arm, she leaves the room, still chuckling under her breath. Alone again, I let out a sigh, trying to settle my racing thoughts.
What the hell am I gonna do now? Seeing Gabi looking more radiant than a clutch goal under the stadium lights, throws me into a whirlwind.
Getting involved with her could be the best highlight reel of my life or a penalty that sinks my career.
She lied about me being the father of her baby. It’s a massive betrayal that's hard to skate past.
My hockey career is everything I've worked for, and my life was on a pretty clear path. Now, it's all clouded by Gabi and her secrets.
But damn, ignoring the chemistry between us isn't exactly my strong suit. One look at her, and I'm right back in that dangerous but exhilarating place.
Do I take a slapshot at a second chance, risking everything, or play it safe and stick to the game plan?
Chapter 14
Gabi
The crowd's roar is deafening as I sit on the edge of my seat, my heart pounding in sync with the game's frenetic pace.
Finally, we’re here. Game Five against New York. And it's a bloodbath out there.
After the Blades' dismal performance in Game Four, it's a wonder the team actually took home a win. With the series now at 3-1, all we need is one more win to secure our spot in the round.
A task that's proving to be easier said than done.
My eyes are glued to the ice, following every play with breathless anticipation. Gio is a powerhouse defenseman for the Blades and he’s giving it his all, but the New York team is a beast tonight.
"Come on, Gio!" I shout, my voice almost lost in the cacophony.
My hands are practically fused to the barrier in front of me, my knuckles white from gripping so hard.
This game isn't just a game.
It's a battle, and every pass, every block feels like it could decide the fate of the universe—or at least, my little corner of it.
As the Blades' head of PR, I know beating New York would be a media gold mine.
The headlines would shine, the fan base would roar even louder, and the whole city would be buzzing with pride.
Our image could use that boost, and I can't help but think of all the angles, the stories we could spin from a win tonight. But man, getting through this game feels like trying to skate uphill.
I catch a glimpse of Parker darting across the ice with that familiar intensity. My heart does a little flip, but I shove the feeling down, focusing on the game.
We need this win, and I need to keep my head in the right place. And off Jacob.
Cheering my heart out, I let the excitement and anxiety merge into one intense burst of energy. The Blades are close—so damn close—and I'm ready to see them break through.
"Let's go, Blades!" I yell, the words mixing with the crowd's rhythmic chants.
Tonight's game is a rollercoaster, and I'm strapped in tight, bracing for whatever twists and turns come next.
