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“Babe,” she squealed. “You don’t mean that. We’re soulmates. We’re meant to be together.”

“Patricia. It’s time for you to go. Please leave.”

“That’s not my name, it’s Star,” she screamed at him before she added. “And I’m your soulmate.”

“No. You’re not,” Frost said quietly.

“I am. I love you,” Patricia declared, leaning so far forward on the desk she was practically lying on it.

“No.” Frost pushed the wheeled office chair backwards so her grasping hands couldn’t reach his jacket.

“Frost. Babbbbeeeeeee.” She tried again.

Frost heaved himself to his feet, taking hold of his crutches. “We’re done. I don’t want to hurt you, but we’re not getting back together.”

“I’m the best thing that ever happened to you. You would be another thug defenseman without me. A dumb sportsman with no personality,” Patricia screamed at him.

“Please leave me alone.” Frost rounded the desk, moving as quickly as his crutches allowed him.

“Frost. Babe,” she screeched.

“We’re done. Go home.” Frost saw she was shocked at the finality of his words and used her surprise to make his escape.

“Babbbbbeeeeeee.” She tried one last time.

Frost didn’t even look over his shoulder. Instead, he pushed the door open, only saying. “Goodbye.” As he hopped out the door.

Frost rushed past the team, who were all trying to pretend they hadn’t been listening.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Coach Morgan assured him.

“Thanks.” He pulled up Marco’s number on his phone and gave it to Coach. “Call Marco. He’ll come and pick her up. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, son. You should go and speak to Hel.” Coach Morgan gave him a knowing smile.

“Yeah.” Frost pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening the Uber app. He swore loudly. The next available ride was over an hour away. Glancing up at Coach Morgan, he winced when he saw the older man’s glare. “Sorry, Coach.”

Coach tutted. “I’ll allow the bad language as you’re stressed. But try and recall you’re the assistant coach now. You need to hold yourself to a higher standard than before.”

“Yes, Coach.” Frost agreed. Looking around the room, he made eye contact with Rocky. “Rocky,” he called.

“Yeah, Coach Frost,” Rocky yelled back.

Frost froze for a moment. It was weird being referred to as Coach. “Can you give me a lift home?”

“Sure, but I stink. I need to shower first,” Rocky replied.

“No worries.” Frost took a seat, tapping his good foot impatiently and intermittently checking Uber to see if a ride had freed up.

CHAPTER 28

HEL

“Ladiesandgentlemen.IfI could have your attention for another minute. I have a lady here with me who has a special announcement to make.” The voice rang through the arena.

Hel watched with interest. Maybe one of the team was getting proposed to? She loved a good proposal and loved the idea of a woman doing it. Why did only the men get to propose? She was ready to cheer the young woman on.

As the woman drew closer to her, she winced. Oh, shit. Was that? No, it couldn’t be. Was that bloody Star?

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