Jake Abbot
I exhaled as I watched Winter walk farther into the house. I shouldn’t have touched her like that. A hug is okay, but anything else crosses a line. A line that if we cross could cost me my friendship and my team.
Fuck. She looked so hurt when I took a step back.
Ignoring the pain in my chest, I pulled out my phone and called the assistant coach to let him know I wasn’t coming back for practice. He wasn’t happy, but I told him he could take it up with Mr. Hart. I haven’t called him yet, but I know he will be telling me not to leave his daughter and granddaughter.
He was my next call after hanging up the phone.
“Jake, shouldn’t you be on the ice?” He answered after the fourth ring.
“Taylor went into labor and Winter was at the arena with Troy. Long story short, I drove her
