Hockey Romance of Cheating and Betrayal, Second Chance, Enemies to Lovers

She built her entire career on exposing the truth.
The one truth she buried? Him.
Nadia Osei doesn’t do second chances. She does deadlines, bylines, and the kind of ruthless sports commentary that makes grown men flinch. For three years she has covered every team in the league — every team except the Lakewood Glaciers. Because the Glaciers have Cole Merritt. And Cole Merritt is the one story she will never write.
Until her editor hands her the credential and tells her she doesn’t have a choice.
Cole is everything she remembered — infuriatingly controlled, devastatingly good at his job, and still capable of making her forget every professional boundary she has ever set. He is also, apparently, the kind of man who reads every word she has written for three years without telling her. The kind of man who says her name in a post-game presser like it is the most natural thing in the world. The kind of man who has been quietly, stubbornly in love with the same woman since a press box in a different city a long time ago.
The kind of man she left.
Here is what Nadia told the world: she saw a photograph. She posted four words. She moved on.
Here is what she never told anyone: she knew something was wrong with the story. She left anyway.
Here is what Cole never told anyone: there was no betrayal. Only a panic attack, a blackout, an outdated form — and a silence he chose because he was twenty-four and ashamed and too afraid to make her the person he called.
They were both wrong.
They were both cowards.
Now they have one season, fifteen feet of press box distance, and the truth finally sitting between them — ugly and accurate and theirs.
The ice doesn’t lie.
Neither can they. Not anymore.