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“Oh, yeah. It happens in real life sometimes, but in fictional worlds, it happens all the time. I can lend you a few of my books to introduce you to the world of romance.”

I’ll save the dark romance books for another day.

Screams and cheers echo throughout the arena asour goalie, Knox Anderson, makes a great save, hitting the puck away from the net toward the blue line.

One of the opposing team members trips Rhett. He slams down hard on the ice. The attacker kicks the side of Rhett’s knee while he is laying on the ice, and the crowd begins booing.

I jump up and run to the glass wall of the suite to get a better view.

Rhett rolls over onto his back to get up, but the fucker kneels on his arm, preventing Rhett from getting up.

The asshole leans closer to Rhett and says something only Rhett can hear before standing and skating away.

Referees blow whistles as the team’s trainers hurry over to Rhett.

“Daddy, I-” I say as tears blur my vision.

Dad turns away from the man and says, “He will be alright. He’s a fighter.”

There’s no way Rhett is alright after that.

I shake my head. “I’m going to check on him.”

“You can’t go in the locker room.”

I roll my eyes and march toward the door. “I’d love to see someone try to stop me right now.”

Without paying much attention to who’s standing around, I run the entire way downstairs to the locker room.

It’s bad. I know it’s bad. I just hope Rhett will make a full recovery.

As soon as I barge into the locker room, I breathe asigh of relief. Rhett is laughing about something the trainer said.

“Hey, Chessie. What are you doing here?”

I walk closer to him, needing to see for myself that he’s alright. I whisper, “It looked really bad from up in the suite.”

He swipes my tears away. “It hurts like hell, but I’ll be back to playing in no time. Tell her, Doc.”

The trainer chuckles. “I’m no doctor, but it’s not broken, so he might only miss one to two games.”

“What did that guy say to you when he had you pinned?”

Rhett’s smile disappears. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

Those are exactly the same words Dad said to me tonight.

“I’m tired of you guys making decisions for me and without me. I’m very much a part of this family whether or not you like it, and sooner or later all of you will need my help, but it will be too late. I’ll be gone, and you all will have yourselves to blame.”

If he won’t tell me what the guy said, then so be it. He can keep his secrets, and I’ll keep mine, too.

I turn around and walk away and keep walking until I am walking out the front door of the arena.

There’s still two more members of the family, and I think it’s about time I get some much needed answers.

Chapter Twenty-Two

RHETT

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