Chapter 26
Cole pov
I missed the pass by a full stride, the puck sliding harmlessly past my stick and into open ice, and Coach's whistle shrieked before I'd even fully processed the mistake.
"Sterling!"
I skated to a stop, frustration burning hot in my chest. That was the third botched drill in ten minutes. Beside me, a couple of teammates exchanged glances, the kind that said they'd never seen me play this sloppy in three years on the team.
"Bench," Coach said, pointing, not even bothering to raise his voice. "Get your head right."
I skated off, jaw tight, dropping onto the bench harder than necessary.
The rest of practice blurred past in a haze I barely registered, my mind circling the same loop it had been stuck in since Saturday night. The terrace. Her voice. *I thought forget
