He's my old teammate. My new rival. And the guy I can't stop imagining against the glass.
Hockey captain? That's me. Closeted? Also me. Totally losing my mind because my old high school teammate just transferred to my college team and looks way too good in those stupid tight pads? …Yeah, that's me too. Logan Brooks is out and proud now, and apparently, he hates me. The team thinks it's because we both want to lead. But the truth? All our late-night "fights" in the rink are about something else entirely—and when I finally shut him up with my mouth, I know I'm in trouble. Now our "rivalry" comes with secret locker room hookups, stolen truck kisses after away games, and way too much heat for two guys who are supposed to hate each other. If anyone on the team finds out, I'm toast. But keeping my hands off him? Impossible. One rule: Don't fall for your teammate.
