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Coach Wayne’s dark brows lifted up questioningly as he took very slow and predatory steps toward me, his massive, bulky frame cutting out the harsh fluorescent lights of the hockey arena.

I blinked rapidly, a sudden, cold sweat breaking out across the back of my neck as my mind raced into a full-blown panic mode.

But seriously, how did this man always get me this fucking nervous and scared?

My heart did a sudden flip and hammered violently against my ribs as he got even closer.

Did he hear me? God, did Coach Wayne just hear me call him a bastard right to his face? The sheer terror of...