Nolan POV
Two days later….
I stood outside the penthouse door for almost five minutes before I could make myself knock.
My hand was shaking, not from the cold. From the fact that this was the first time I’d come here without being drunk or angry or both. The last time I’d shown up like this, Tristan had shoved me against the doorframe and told me I’d lost the right to speak to her. I still felt the bruise on my back some nights when the weather turned.
But I had to try.
Tristan is a loser. I’d seen it on the ice—the way he was playing like he wanted to get hurt, the way he’d looked at me during that last game like he didn’t even recognize me anymore.
I didn’t know how much Juniper knew. But I couldn’t let her walk into this blind. Not after everything I’d already done to her.
I kno
