Keeping Score (Moonshot Hockey #2)

Prologue

HANNAH

The night sky is a kaleidoscope of neon colors. I tilt my head back and laugh. It’s a giddy, bubbly sound that I don’t think I’ve ever heard come out of my mouth before. How long has it been since I’ve been this happy? Happy and reckless and…fleeting.

It won’t last. This feeling. Drunk and laughing and almost carefree. That’s the thing about those great nights that you want to bottle up forever. They can’t be contained. And maybe that’s what makes them so wonderful.

Tomorrow morning everything will go back to the way things were before. I’ll go back to hating him and he’ll go back to pretending that he wouldn’t be bored with me in five minutes if this were real.

His hand envelops mine. Big and warm. The callouses on his palm match up with my own. It fits a little too well.

“Hannah,” he whispers my name and something about the quiet of it amid the loud, busy streets feels reverent.

I don’t look at him. I can’t. Looking at him seems to get me in trouble.

But I can perfectly imagine his dark, wavy hair and the one piece that’s always falling onto his forehead.

And his smile – big and uneven. It’s unnerving how well he’s imprinted into my memory for how little time we’ve spent together.

He’s all wrong for me and yet…

Yet nothing has ever felt more right.