**JAX'S POV**
The game against Winnipeg is a shutout.
Three periods. Zero goals allowed. The Bay Blades win 3-0, and the crowd is electric. I feel the buzz under my skin, that familiar rush of adrenaline that made me fall in love with this sport in the first place.
After the final buzzer, I skate off the ice, pulling off my mask. My hair is soaked with sweat, sticking to my neck. I run a hand through it, pushing it back.
Mila is waiting by the tunnel.
She's wearing a soft cream blouse that glows against her skin and a blue pencil skirt that hugs her curves perfectly. Sunflower yellow heels again.
My favorite.
Not that I'd ever tell her that.
"You were great out there," she says as I approach.
"Thanks."
"Coach Reed wants to see you. Something about a sponsor?"
I groan. "Perfect.
