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Chapter 34 – Kenzie

The energy inside Bridgestone Arena is electric. The roar of the crowd, the flashing lights, the booming bass of the pre-game hype video—it’s a full-body experience.

I’ve been to a hundred hockey games in my life. But this one feels different.

Because this time, I’m not just a fan, not just Jake’s sister.

I’m watching him.

Grant Maddox, standing behind the bench, arms crossed, eyes locked on the ice like he’s carving every play into his mind.

He looks intense. Focused. In control.

And it’s doing things to me.

I shift in my seat in the VIP suite, glancing at Allie who is rubbing her baby bump absentmindedly while talking to one of the other WAGs.

Talia is next to me, sipping her drink, watching me instead of the game.

“You look like you’re about to combust.”

I blink, tearing my gaze away from Grant. “What? No, I’m fine.”

Talia smirks. “Mmhmm. Sure. You’ve been eye-fucking your boyfriend for the last ten minutes, but yeah, totally fine.”

My stomach twists. “First of all, not my boyfriend.”

Talia snorts. “Right.”

“Second, I was just—”

Before I can finish, the jumbotron flashes to the bench.

To Grant.

My breath catches.

The cameras always pan to the coaches, but right now? It feels deliberate.

The angle catches the silver streaks at his temples, the sharp focus in his dark eyes, the way his jaw flexes as he mutters something to an assistant coach.

God, he looks—

“Holy shit.” Talia’s voice is laced with amusement.

I blink. “What?”

She tilts her head toward the screen.

And that’s when I see it. The camera isn’t just on Grant anymore.

It’s on me.

Split screen.

A side-by-side of him looking devastatingly intense on the bench… and me, sitting here like a lovestruck idiot, staring at him like I want to climb down to the ice and maul him.

“Oh. My. God.” My stomach drops.

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