Passing the Red Line
The majority of my life has centered around one thing and one thing only.
Hockey.
Being the daughter of a player, I know the ins and outs of the sport. Including the hurt that can come with it.
I’ve grown to hate it.
That hate runs so deep that when a player steps into my life in a towel, I do everything I can to hate him too.
After a few summer nights, though, it starts to become impossible.
Especially as the season starts and we spend more time together when I take the position as lead photographer on his team.
The same team my dad coaches.
Now I’m back in the hockey world, falling for a grumpy hockey player I should want nothing to do with and dealing with my dad and his apologies.
Fingers crossed being back in this world doesn’t hurt me anymore than it already has.
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