The one where, if youâre both single at thirty, youâll get married?
Well, guess who just walked back into my lifeâĶ
Turning thirty shouldnât be a big dealâunless youâre a minor league hockey player starting to realize the big leagues might never call. Itâs 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.
Iâm ready to warm the bench, but with a solid season behind me, theyâre 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.
Sheâs the head of PR for the Phantoms, and we havenât seen each other in yearsânot since the night we agreed to forego love to chase our dreams, and maybe find our way back to each other someday.
I just didnât expect that day to be today.
Dating her could risk everything weâve both worked for.
How are we supposed to choose between the future weâve dreamed of and the past we never let go of?