The rink was empty, the only sound the rhythmic shick-shick of blades cutting through fresh ice. Jamie stood at the face-off circle, his breath hitching in the frigid air. He wasn't supposed to be here—not tonight, not with the playoffs looming, and certainly not with Wes.
Wes stood twenty feet away, leaning casually on his stick. Even in the dim arena lights, he looked like a god of the ice. "You’re overthinking the backhand, Canning," Wes called out, his voice echoing off the rafters. "Again." Him Sarina Bowen Audiobook Vk UPD
They capture Wesley’s cocky persistence and Jamie’s confused vulnerability perfectly. For many, these two are the voices of Wes and Jamie. The rink was empty, the only sound the