I know how to stop a hockey puck.
I don't know how to stop the woman determined to tear down every wall I've built.
Thala Reyes was hired to save my career, but instead she uncovers the grief I've spent years burying. She's stubborn, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. I tell myself she's just doing her job.
Then somewhere between endless arguments, stolen glances, and a playoff run that could define my future, I realize I'm no longer fighting her.
I'm fighting the terrifying possibility that she's the only person who's ever truly seen me.
And if I let her in, losing my heart might hurt more than losing the game.