Tristan POV
The puck hit my stick with a sound I barely registered.
I was supposed to be focused. The arena was loud, the organ blaring, the announcer calling plays like every second mattered. It did. We were down by one with six minutes left in the third. This was supposed to be my game. My moment. Instead my head was somewhere else entirely.
Back at the penthouse.
With her.
Juniper’s face kept flashing behind my eyes. Maya’s words from the hallway wouldn’t leave me alone either.
She’s been alone for days. She hasn’t seen you. You’re treating her like she’s disposable.
I shook my head hard, trying to clear it. The puck was on my stick. I had an open lane. I should have passed to Liam. Instead I hesitated half a second too long. The defenseman stripped it from me clean. The crowd gr
