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“Understood.”
“No posts, no comments, no off-the-record bullshit. Keep your mouth shut until we say otherwise.”
“I wasn’t planning to say a word.”
“Good. Because the next thing you say could cost us the season.”
My stomach rolls with dread and anxiety, hands sweating.
“I’ll have that first draft to your inbox in twenty.”
“Harbor—” There’s a long pause and I twirl the bangles on my wrist, my gut twisting. “I think you need to take a step back. You’re involved in this mess. It’s not good for the team to have you front and center right now.”
“What? No. I can’t step back now. The team needs me now more than ever.”
“You’re a liability, Harbor.”
“I’ll be an asset, sir. Promise.”
Another long pause and I bite my lip, waiting. Thiscan’t be it. I can’t walk away now—there’s too much work to be done.
“I know the ins and outs of the team, Mr. Prince. Plus, every detail from tonight. I’m the best person for the job.”
More silence. This is it. I’m getting fired.
“Fine. Last chance, Harbor. You’re on thin ice. I’ll be waiting on that statement.”
He clicks off and I sink back into the chair, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen.
Last chance.
I need to fix this.
Bennett’s freedom, Weston’s captaincy, the team’s season, my entire fucking career.
Everything I care about hangs in the balance—and I’m the only one who can prevent total destruction.
CHAPTER 32
WESTON
Idon’t sleep. Not a single minute. Between the cops, lawyers, and back-to-back calls with Prince and the GM, I don’t even see my bed until 4 AM.
By this point, sleep is a lost fucking cause.
Besides, every time I close my eyes, the image of Harbor getting groped by that Beau Lawson guy haunts me.
His hands on her, the way she froze in fear.
I can’t get that picture out of my mind.
My beautiful girl, panicked.
When the sun rises, I give up and head to the rink. A solo morning skate session is about the only thing that can center me right now.
That, and talking to Harbor.
But she’s not answering my calls. I tried her last night when I left the station, then again once I get home.
