Chapters (80)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Melissa Hill and published by HQ:
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Keep Reading
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- About the Publisher
But as Hannah pointed out, the real-world game was played by different rules. Was he making things harder than they needed to be? Worse yet, his mind hesitated before it drifted down a different avenue, was he playing the hero or villain in his own story?
He picked up his Nokia again and studied the device. Another way of trying too hard to be above the fray with the choices he made? Going against the grain by rote. Or was he just a wannabe bad boy in possession of a stubborn streak and chip on his shoulder – a pathetic duster people secretly rolled their eyes at and laughed at the moment he left the room. He shuddered at the notion. That definitely wasn’t how he wanted to be seen – and the very possibility of it being a reality made his stomach roil with embarrassment.
At that moment, he heard the soft patter of furry feet and a faint meow before the cat landed on the armrest of the couch following a stealthy jump. Pretzel eyed him inquisitively, a knowing look on her face. As if she understood the conflict waging inside his head. And he was pretty sure he saw the damn cat roll her eyes.
‘I see you judging me. Not cool, after all I’ve done for you.’
The feline turned away, tail straight in the air, clearly showing Ward what her thoughts were on the matter.
‘At least you’re honest.’
His head slumped back on the headrest and returned to his thoughts.
OK, maybe he could stop resisting so much and just go along with this for the moment. See what Hannah suggested next. He didn’t have to like it, but it truly did feel like she was being sincere in wanting to help him. If playing along meant that he could get back in Panthers’ management good books and back on the ice, life should go back to normal, right?
Because that’s all Ward truly wanted. To continue playing the sport he loved for as long as he could. That was always his priority. So if he felt confused about who he was as a person now, the waters became a whole lot murkier if he had to contemplate who the hell he would be if he wasn’t a hockey player.
He also had to admit that the idea of working with Hannah felt a hell of a lot better than actively working against her, like he’d done with other PR people in the past and which he was ashamed to admit, with her thus far too. She did seem genuine, like she actually cared.
And when she looked at Ward it was right in the eye, not somewhere beyond his shoulder like other people did when he didn’t immediately live up to expectations. Could he actually trust her? Was this a shot worth taking?