Bailey POV
I turn to see a stern-looking older man with a whistle around his neck standing near the bench. I presume he is the coach.
"Sorry, Coach Williams," Orion calls back. Then he turns to look at me, holding my hand which doesn't go unnoticed by the hater in the room.
"I have to go. There is a seat right there…" he points to a spot in the stands just above the bench area.
“ The view from there is good. Stay warm, okay?" I don't miss the concern in his voice.
I give him a small smile.
"I will. Go do your hockey thing."
Orion gives me a small genuine smile before he heads toward the skating ring.
I make my way to the seat he indicated, settling in and wrapping my arms around myself against the cold.
The team gathers at center ice, and Coach Williams starts barking instructio
