CHAPTER FOURTEENHarrison
“Hey babe, I’m home!” Harrison called, as he closed the door behind him. “I have pastries!” he announced, as he headed for the kitchen. His ankle was healing, but unfortunately the Renegades had lost in the third round of the playoffs. Even if he had been healthy enough to get back out on the ice, and if he were cleared to play, the season was already over.
He had spent the first part of his morning with his trainer, Sean, working out. Sean hadn’t been easy on him today. Harrison was doing anything he could to strengthen his ankle. Well, everything his doctor said he could do.
Talia leaned against the doorway of the living room. Her arms were folded over her chest. “Finally. I was starting to wonder if you’d run off with the pastries.”
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