Tristan POV
I woke up with Juniper curled against my chest.
Her head was tucked under my chin, one leg thrown over mine, her breath warm and steady against my neck. The sheets were tangled around us from the night before. Her hair spilled across my shoulder, and for one dangerous second, everything felt right. The kind of right I had no business feeling.
Then the panic hit me like a slapshot to the ribs.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand without moving her. The new email was already waiting, timestamped 4:17 a.m.
> Final Notice
> This is it. The playoffs are right there, but so is the exit. You know how critical your father’s charges are, one slip and the whole world knows your family, which will not only affect you but also Nolan. Your sponsors have made it crystal cl
