Puck.

God, this woman makes my heart get palpitations.

Her eyes are still the most captivating of her beautiful body. They’re wide and dilated with obvious surprise at my arrival in Strattonville.

Specifically, her best friend’s doorstep.

I have to play it cool with Jayce Winchester’s presence, but I’m going to give myself away if I don’t calm my fucking body down.

Tame this cock before I’m left with nothing but a boner for everyone to see in these light blue shorts.

“Hey, Xandra,” I greet her with a seductive smile, knowing that’s one of her weaknesses.

She fucking loves my smile.

I guess it made me look a bit cocky right now, but I can see the effect it has on my Diamond.

Heart pumping, thighs pressing, and there’s not a droplet of doubt in my mind that she’s already wet between those sensitive folds.

I fight the urge to lick my lips.

Envision the way I’d lick her creamy goodness after I’ve left her quivering with ecstasy.

In our little hiding place.

“Where’s Coach Cyrus?” Jayce abruptly questions. I wasn’t surprised as to why he was already rushing this interaction, so we’d get to the point.

He sees the palpable chemistry I have with my ex.

Compared to him and Mikayla, I may have a chance of getting inside. They may even invite me to stay over for dinner. Jayce, on the other hand, will be lucky to go down this hallway, let alone get as far as the kitchen.

You’d think by now he’d realize being a jerk-ass douche isn’t going to bring all the ladies to the yard. Nor is it going to sweep his ‘Mickey’ off her feet and into his bed.

Last I recalled, he’s never been in her bedroom in the attic.

The thought tempts to make me smile wider.

But I know which ex has.

“I’m not here to waste time. We’re certainly not being paid to stand here, either.”

That was kind of a lie.

We most certainly weren’t getting paid to be here right now. We actually just confirmed the real reason why we all flew from across the world to Strattonville.

The formation of two new hockey teams and the official new hockey initiative made to expand the hockey industry.

All of that starts in the heart of Strattonville, Ontario.

Despite this town being so damn small and old-fashioned, many legendary hockey players came from this tiny town. Now two teams that consist of born Strattonville players are about to enter the sport’s spotlight.

Jayce being the newly appointed Captain of the Saskatchewan Pincer Blades—the name is pending.

As for me, I wasn’t actually a part of this initiative, per se.

Not like I hadn’t been offered.

I declined it.