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June What the hell was wrong with me? When I graduated from college, I was told by a lot of people that it would take years to get a job working for a professional sports team. I would need to spend at least five years at a college athletic program to even be considered for a pro

Rhett I’d kissed a lot of women in my life. Not trying to brag or anything, just stating facts. Being a star athlete made things easy, to be completely honest. But I usually saw the kisses coming. I’d never been surprised by a kiss. Until now. One second I was thinking about which of my teammates I

June I stood in the middle of the parking lot, watching the Bronco disappear down the road. At first, I was in shock by his response. I’d never heard Elias say anything out loud, let alone to me. Then I started crying. The more I tried to stop myself, the more the tears flowed. And once I

June It’s good to see you there when I skate back to the bench. You’re a comforting presence. Cole’s comment stuck with me for the rest of the day, even after I went home. As a woman, I received compliments all the time. At the coffee shop, or the gym, or at work. Over time,

Cole Game day was when the spotlight was on us, but there was a lot more to being a pro hockey player than what the fans saw. We had scrimmages and workout days, too. Those were just as important as the days we played another team. Maybe even more so. Today was a workout day.

June The next two weeks were a blur of activity. First, the team flew to Tampa to play the Lightning. I got to travel with everyone else, flying on the plane and staying at the same hotel. That’s when it really sank in that I was a member of the team, and not just an outsider who

June “I am excited!” I insisted on the phone while sitting in traffic. “Why wouldn’t you think I’m excited?” “Because you don’t want your father and me to come to the game,” my mom replied on the other end. “It’s a six-hour drive. It’s not worth it.” “You’re going to be on television! And you don’t think

Rhett This girl had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. Hockey wasn’t the same as baseball, or tennis, or all those other sports where you frolicked around and shook hands with the other players after a match. Hockey players were full of piss and vinegar. We were real men who fought it out on the ice,