The ridiculous thought had him laughing by the time he got to the ice, pausing to remove the guards from his skates. He didn’t know why Harrison chose the rink for this date, but he assumed there was a dinner table waiting for him, with romantic lighting to set the mood.
The perks of being a Sunburst player with tons of money, he could afford to rent home ice for an hour.
But there was no romantic dinner, or a table with dim lighting. Harrison Killinger was on the ice in athletic gear, leaning on a stick while he worked through stretches like they were second nature.
Once upon a time, theyhadbeen second nature.
He was wearing Sunburst colours, and it wasn’t an official jersey, but it gave the illusion of what could have been.
Jett’s chest tightened as he watched Harrison maneuver his muscular body. He had lost weight after being stuck in bed for so long, but he was quickly gaining it back.
He was still the most gorgeous man Jett had ever seen. Tall and dark-haired, with those teasing blue eyes and cocky smirk he loved so much.
It was dumb, but he had to stop all the time and pinch his hand to remind himself that this man belonged to him. He, Jett Fraser, had locked down a guy who was arguably one of the hottest hockey players in history.
He was a lucky, lucky boy.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to limber up?” Harrison shouted across the rink, startling Jett from his daydreaming.
Grinning, he skated over to Harrison, where he was doing push-ups on center ice. “I thought you said this was a date? I didn’t think it was going to be last-minute coaching.”
Jett was in athletic gear too, but he had one of his spare sweaters on and his gloves. He hadn’t brought his stick, but he spotted a second one next to Harrison’s and scoffed.
“Coaching?” Harrison pushed himself up and wiped the sweat from his face. He had his hair down, and Jett kept getting distracted by black strands tangled in dark lashes. “Who said I was coaching? We’re playing one-on-one.”
Jettheardthe sound of his brain short-circuiting.
“We’re…playing?”
Harrison used his stick to flick the spare one at Jett, and he caught it. “Scared you’ll lose?”
Not even fucking close.
The nets were set up, and the arena was empty. They were the only two there, standing on Sunburst ice—gazing at each other.
And then a thought occurred to him, and the words were leaving his mouth before he could stop them.
“Harrison, this is the first time you’ve stood on NHL ice.”
A smirk slid onto Harrison’s face, sexy enough to make Jett’s knees feel weak. “Want to show me around?”
Oh god, he was totally fucked.
Harrison retrieved a puck from his pocket and set it on the ice. “First one to three points wins, Sunshine.”
Jett bent low at the same time Harrison did. “Try to keep up with me, Grumbles.”
Harrison was laughing as he counted down to one, and then they were scrambling for the puck.
Jett didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t Harrison winning the face-off and tearing down the ice three paces ahead of him to score the first goal.
When Harrison winked and skated away, Jett needed to take a second to pick his jaw up off the ice.
“I didn’t stretch!” he yelled, cheeks burning when Harrison chuckled. “I’m also taking it easy on you, Sir Limps-A-lot.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Harrison stopped at center ice, holding his stick behind his shoulders, looking perfectly at home. “Excuses, Fraser. It’s almost like youwantme to win.”
Jett made sure to get the next face-off.
