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He did it twice last night, and I nearly lost my mind the second time when a very naughty finger found its way into a place that normally is off-limits.

The problem is thatnothingseems to be off-limits when it comes to Blake.

Except maybe my heart.

That’s one part of me I plan to keep far away from him.

But the chance he’ll score two goals tomorrow night… well, that’s crazy. It’s the playoffs. Guys like Canyon and Connor are far more likely to score than Blake. Two assists? Maybe. But goals?

Nah.

I’m relatively safe.

It’s almost a disappointment.

But I pick up my phone and pull up his name.

I only added it to my contacts yesterday, so it’s weird looking at a blank page since we’ve never texted before. Well, not with these phone numbers.

I stare at the screen for a minute.

Slowly, I type out the word.

Then I stare at it some more.

I’m crazy.

This has disaster written all over it.

But I can’t seem to help myself.

ROWAN: Yes.

EIGHTEEN

Blake

The moodin the locker room is somber before game six.

We’re up three games to two, so all we need to do is win tonight and we’re off to the second round.

The Blizzard is a tough team, though, so we’re all prepared to have to fight tooth and nail for the fourth win of the series.

“I’m as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night,” Bodi says as we finish getting ready in the locker room.

I smirk. “You probably don’t even remember being a virgin!”

“I remember!” he protests. “I was fifteen. Amelia Hardaway. She was seventeen. And I wasn’t nervous at all!”

“Liar!” Connor tosses a roll of tape in his direction. “Everyone is nervous the first time.”

“Not me.” Bodi looks smug. “She sucked me off first, so I’d have a little staying power, and then we did the deed. It was awesome.”

Gabe rolls his eyes. “Shut the hell up. You know you were nervous.”

“I wasn’t!” He throws the roll of tape back at Connor.

“I was,” Connor says, catching the tape in mid-air. “Nervous as fuck. At least I’m man enough to admit it.”

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