Ethan Carter's POV
I sat in my office, the TV playing highlights from the latest college games on low volume. The screen flickered with familiar images of young players skating hard, chasing the dream I once lived. My fingers tapped the desk in a steady rhythm, the same rhythm I used to count seconds on the ice.
My phone buzzed. I glanced at it, expecting another scout report. Instead, it was a message from an old teammate who still followed the university circuit.
Saw your boy in the papers. New girlfriend? Looks cozy. Hope it doesn’t mess with his game.
I opened the link. A photo filled the screen. Jace and some girl sitting close at a campus café. Her hand near his. His head tilted toward her like they were sharing something private. The caption read something about the hockey capta
