Non Pucking Stop (On Ice #2)

Prologue

Winter

There have only been a few times in my life that I’ve truly been scared. The first was when I realized my mother and father weren’t coming home. I would never have my father’s famous pancakes or hear my mother’s angelic laugh when she heard Dad’s jokes that weren’t even that funny.

The second was when I graduated from high school and had no idea what came next. I had no ambitions like my older sister and no clear path that made sense to me. I felt alone in a world full of billions of people and had nobody to help guide me in the right direction.

And the third is right now, when I realize that I might love Thomas Moskins—a married man with secrets and a wife who loves him and a life of grandeur that is beyond what I’ll ever comprehend.

This isn’t some rags-to-riches story. Because at least Cinderella had parents.

No. I won’t be that girl—the one who depends on somebody to give her a better life.

I made a promise at my parents’ graves that I would stand on my own two feet and live a life they would be proud of me for.

That can’t include him, because he isn’t mine to love.

I’m starting to wonder if it can include anyone, or if I’ve been broken for a lot longer than I thought.