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The game didn’t slow down.
It escalated.
Lena felt it in every shift—the pace sharper, the hits harder, the tension coiling tighter with each second she shared the ice with him.
Ethan Carter wasn’t just playing.
He was watching her.
Tracking.
Anticipating.
Like he was reading her before she even made a move.
That irritated her more than anything else.
“Left side!” Marcus shouted.
She reacted instantly—cutting wide, receiving the pass cleanly, pushing forward with speed.
Defense closed in.
She adjusted.
Except—
Ethan was already there.
Blocking her lane.
Of course he was.
“You’re late,” he said, voice low as he moved with her.
“I’m ahead,” she shot back.
“Not enough.”
She shifted direction—fast, sharp, aggressive.
He mirrored her.
Effortlessly.
That was the problem.
He wasn’t just keeping up.
He was controlling the space.
And Lena Kovacs didn’t like being controlled.
BREAKING THE PATTERN
She changed strategy.
Instead of pushing through—
She slowed down.
Just enough.
Ethan adjusted automatically.
And that’s when she struck.
A sudden pivot.
A clean cut inside.
She slipped past him—
Just barely.
But it was enough.
Shot.
Blocked.
The puck deflected wide.
Lena exhaled sharply, skating past the net.
“Better,” Ethan called after her.
She didn’t respond.
But something inside her—
Shifted.
Because that wasn’t just competition.
That was acknowledgment.
And she didn’t know what to do with that.
LOCKER ROOM AFTERMATH
The locker room buzzed with leftover energy.
Voices overlapping.
Gear hitting benches.
Lena sat quietly, unlacing her skates, replaying every moment in her head.
Every move.
Every mistake.
Every second with him.
“You’re thinking too much.”
Marcus dropped onto the bench beside her.
“I’m thinking exactly enough.”
“No,” he said, watching her. “You’re thinking about him.”
She didn’t look up.
“That obvious?”
“Painfully.”
Lena tightened her grip on the laces.
“He’s predictable.”
Marcus snorted. “That’s not what that look was out there.”
“What look?”
“The one where you forgot the rest of the game existed.”
That made her pause.
Just for a second.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
And that—
That was a problem.
THE HALLWAY
She wasn’t expecting to see him again.
Not this soon.
But as she stepped into the hallway—
There he was.
Leaning against the wall like he had nowhere else to be.
Or nowhere else he wanted to be.
Lena slowed.
Not stopping.
But not walking away either.
“You hesitate when you overthink,” Ethan said.
No greeting.
No introduction.
Just observation.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“You talk too much.”
A faint smirk touched his lips.
“And you don’t talk enough.”
Silence stretched.
Not uncomfortable.
But charged.
“You’ll fix it,” he added.
It wasn’t a question.
It wasn’t encouragement.
It was certainty.
And for some reason—
That unsettled her more than criticism ever could.
“Why do you care?” she asked.
His gaze held hers.
“I don’t.”
A beat.
“Not about your game.”
Her chest tightened slightly.
Because that—
That wasn’t what she expected.
And she wasn’t sure she liked where that left them.
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