RYAN'S POV
I swung my leg over my bike and slipped my helmet on before starting the engine. Today I didn't feel like driving my sports car. There was no press conference. No sponsor meeting. No cameras waiting outside the arena. Practice had been ordinary. At least it was supposed to be. I had changed out of my jersey into a plain black T shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers before leaving the locker room. Simple. Comfortable. All I wanted was to get home. Take a shower. Eat something. Then find Mia.
A smile found its way onto my lips before I could stop it. Images of yesterday refused to leave my head. Her laugh. God... I had never noticed how beautiful someone looked while laughing. The way her head tipped back. The tiny wrinkle beside her nose. The loose strands of hair dancing across
