Blood on the Ice

~BECKETT~

Every time Garrett tried to cut through the middle, I was already there. Stick in the passing lane.

The crowd thought it was rivalry intensity for the charity. It was not. It was two weeks of an empty house and the photograph of his mouth on my wife, replaying every time he touched the puck.

He had kissed her. This fucking asshole had kissed her knowing we were married. I wanted to end h