Winter Hart
“I see why you’ve turned me down,” Jared said as I watched Jake walk back to the locker rooms.
“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my brow.
“You don’t need to lie to me to spare my feelings, Win. I saw the photo,” he shrugged.
“The photo was taken out of context,” I started, but I didn’t get to finish as the rest of the team came rushing out and onto the ice.
“Wow, you must be Hart,” a teenage boy stopped to stand beside Jared.
“I am and you must be Aaron. It’s nice to meet you.” I went over and shook his hand.
“Okay, before you go on the ice, you need a helmet,” Jared told him.
“She needs one too,” Sydney shouted, coming down the hallway. “Don’t give me that look. Your father would kill me if something happened to you.” I'm a twenty-six-year-old woman and I still
