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I need to break out of my comfort zone and really start living my life as if every day is my last. Because frankly…that could be a true statement.
    Unfortunately, I think the opportunity with Garrett has passed. I turned him down flatly, and I’ll never see him again. And there’s no way I’m going to Sutton and asking her to hook me up with Alex’s bestie. She’d never understand me turning into a wanton hussy.
    No, that ship has sailed, but I do think I’ll take Stevie’s advice and start opening myself up to further opportunities that will be coming my way. Because I’m not going down without a fight, and if I do go down, I don’t want there to be any regrets.

Chapter 3
Garrett
    Coach blows the whistle and we take off. Alex has the puck at center ice as I streak down the left side, and our other first line forward, Kel Borden, mirrors me on the right. Alex gently taps the puck back and forth with his stick while his eyes stay pinned on the goalie, Thomas Erickson. He closes in…straight down the center, but Thomas spreads his body wide, his hulking frame taking up too damn much of the net. Alex winds back for a quick slap shot, but at the last minute shoots a quick-but-subtle pass my way. Even as his blade just kisses the puck goodbye, I’m winding my stick back, intent on taking my own blistering shot at the goal. At the last second, I see Kel close in from the right as Thomas turns his full attention to me. Rather than let my cannon blast go, I give a soft flick against the puck and shoot it center-ice to Kel.
    Thomas dives back center, but Kel is already tapping the puck in through the five hole for the score. There aren’t any rousing cheers and no one throws their hands up in victory over the goal. That’s because this isn’t a game, but rather our first practice session of the season, and we’re just doing drills. Basic stuff to get warmed up and acclimated to the ice.
    Hitting his goalie stick to the ice in frustration, Thomas mutters, “Great job.” Kel taps his stick lightly against Thomas’s calf in acknowledgment and we all skate back to the other end of the ice while the next set of three gets ready to go.
    I come to a halt next to Alex, resting my hands at the top of my stick as I let the blade rest on the ice. “Want to go grab some lunch when we’re done?”
    “Sure,” Alex says as he watches the next drill. “Sutton’s meeting Olivia for lunch, so I’m free.”
    Olivia.
    Damn, that woman is hot. And funny. And bright. And did I mention hot?
    I was seriously bummed she wouldn’t go out with me, and even more bummed when Sutton pretty much nixed any further attempts on my part to seduce her. While I really had no more intentions other than seeing if I could fuck her, I had to admit to myself that the chase itself was more fun than any I’ve ever had. There was something about her smile and her flirty voice, and the challenge she presented.
    “So, why don’t we hook up with both of them for lunch?” I ask benignly.
    Alex shoots me an eye roll. “There will be no ‘hooking up’ to be had between you and Olivia. I thought Sutton made that clear.”
    I snort in amusement. “Your woman has no say-so in what I do.”
    Shrugging, Alex merely says, “It’s your scalp she’ll have. I’m just trying to protect you, man.”
    Coach gives three sharp blows on his whistle after the last drill and yells out, “Okay. Great work today, guys, but time’s up on this session. You knuckleheads clear out for group B.”
    Damn…practice is over already? I was so juiced to get back on the ice, and the time just seemed to fly by. Pushing off on my skates, I start heading toward the door that leads under the arena seating and toward the locker room.
    As I step onto the concrete flooring, I glance back over my shoulder at Alex. “Seriously…why doesn’t Sutton want me to go out with Olivia? Am I not good enough for her?”
    Alex pokes me hard in the back with his stick, causing me to