We didn't speak on the drive to the photoshoot.
Cole drove with one hand, jaw locked, beanie low. His other hand stayed fisted on the console, not where mine usually was for show. The air in the truck was freezing because he refused to turn on the heat, or maybe because we both were.
His phone glowed on the dash.
DIANE: COUPLES SHOOT 10 AM. MATCHING WHITE. BE IN LOVE OR BE FIRED.
Matching white. Be in love. We'd just had our first real fight on his porch after I kissed Jax on our lake.
The studio was all white — white backdrop, white couch, fake snow falling from the ceiling. The photographer, Mira, had pink hair and clapped when we walked in holding hands that didn't want to hold.
"There they are! Hockey's hottest couple! You look... tense! Let's fix that with love!"
Cole's hand la
