(Kane)
My phone rang while I was still sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at Lila’s photo.
I knew who it was before I even looked. Father.
I answered, bracing myself.
“Dad.”
Victor Harlow’s voice exploded through the line like a slapshot to the chest. “A teddy bear, Kane?! A giant f*****g teddy bear?! I heard from three different sources today — including your own teammates. My son — the captain I raised to be ruthless, to finish what we started after Lila — bought that Jones girl a stuffed animal like some pathetic, lovesick boy. Have you completely lost your goddamn mind?!”
The anger in his voice was sharper than I had heard in years. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the headboard, the rebellion inside me clashing violently with years of conditioning.
“It was just a gift
