The one where, if youโre both single at thirty, youโll get married?
Well, guess who just walked back into my lifeโฆ
Turning thirty shouldnโt be a big dealโunless youโre a minor league hockey player starting to realize the big leagues might never call. Itโs a tough pill to swallow.
But then, out of nowhere, I get my shot. The L.A. Phantoms are in the playoffs for the first time in decades, and with their roster decimated by injuries, they call me up.
Iโm ready to warm the bench, but with a solid season behind me, theyโre willing to give me some ice time. This is the chance of a lifetime. Until she walks in.
My first love. The one I never forgot.
Sheโs the head of PR for the Phantoms, and we havenโt seen each other in yearsโnot since the night we agreed to forego love to chase our dreams, and maybe find our way back to each other someday.
I just didnโt expect that day to be today.
Dating her could risk everything weโve both worked for.
How are we supposed to choose between the future weโve dreamed of and the past we never let go of?