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I tune Pretore out

Fuck…talk about a blast froht of Vale in years Well, that’s not true I’ve actually had some dirty dreaht about her or e had together in years That was so put firmly out of o True to h

Just as I suspected, she didn’t answer the phone Didn’t return rand total of three days, and a gut full of fury and rage, before I cut her out ofme up, the pain almost too much to bear So for me, it was just easier to wipe her from my existence or I’din ot to Pittsburgh, and he’d throw me an unsolicited bone about her every once in a while, but last I heard, she was still living in Sydney But then Oliver and I drifted apart, sad to say probably allfriend, and I just lost touch with everything froauratively and I lived, ate, and breathed professional hockey I made new friends…my teammates When I went home on holidays, it wasn’t back to Cape Breton to see Oliver and his family, it was back to Toronto to see my own I partied hard intrack of old friends and ot over Vale Caht ould ever cross paths again And as evidenced by the hot flauessing that I’h, she’s still a goddamn knockout And so different than the last ti on her face Her black hair still long, but in a stylishly sleek fall down to her shoulders She’s conservatively dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a black Cold Fury polo shirt

Body is still slammin’

Noticed that when she stood up

And those eyes…I could see their crystal clarity from up here Sexy as hell, but when they looked at nition in theine what could turn red-hot passion and love into a fucking iceberg within her Still the greatest mystery I’ll ever be faced with

"There’s a story there," Garrett mutters quietly as he leans his head toward me Coach Pretore has finished with Vale’s accolades and is now going over our practice schedule, which has already been elance at him "What’s that?"

"You and the new AT," he says with a knowing look

"Nah, irl I used to know"

"Fucking liar," Garrett says emphatically "When she looked at you, the air was so thick you could have cut it with a knife I want the deets"

I’m saved when Pretore says, "That’s it, men Your equipet dressed, pretty yourselves up, and get on the ice for the team photo"

I stand abruptly, but I can hear Garrett snicker before whispering to Alex "There’s definitely a story there"