Chase
The text had been simple. Chase: Home game this Friday. Seats behind our bench if you want to come. No pressure. Bring a friend. Just thought you might enjoy seeing real hockey.
Allie’s reply came after a few hours. Allie: Okay. Reluctantly. With Mia. Don’t make me regret this.
I’d smiled at my phone like an i***t. She was coming. To my game. Against Logan’s team, no less. The universe had handed me another perfect play, and I wasn’t about to waste it.
Game night arrived with the arena buzzing. Sold-out crowd, lights pulsing, the smell of ice and hot dogs thick in the air. I warmed up on the ice, skates cutting sharp lines, but my eyes kept drifting toward the seats I’d reserved. When Allie walked in with Mia, my focus narrowed hard.
She looked incredible. Dark jeans that hugged
