MY HOCKEY CAPTAIN BOYFRIEND

Chapter 1

The rink was freezing, but sweat still slid down my neck.

I wasn’t here for hockey. I didn’t even like hockey. But my best friend dragged me along to “support the team.” Which was code for: drool over the guys in helmets and pads.

I rolled my eyes and leaned on the rail, watching players collide like they were trying to kill each other.

Then I saw him.

Number 17. The captain.

Everyone shouted his name—Cole Hart. He was fast, sharp, brutal ...