Familiar Stranger

DECLAN POV

I knew her the second she walked through that door.

Eleven years and she still had the same dark wavy hair, the same sharp jaw, the same way of standing like she owned whatever room she walked into. Like the floor was lucky she was on it. Kelsey Pratt.

My stick was on the ice. I hadn't even felt it leave my hand.

Fuck.

I bent down and picked it up before anyone could make it weird. Too