and avocado wraps await.” *** My favorite time of the day had become late at night, when Kian was finished with either his game or practice. We had started talking on Skype so we could see each other. “So how’s Mr. Fire on Ice?” I teased. I could see Kian smiling on my computer monitor. “The nickname has followed me to the NHL.” “I saw the news article. It’s all over the internet. My boyfriend is a celebrity.” “The only part of what you just said that I even care about is being your boyfriend.” “They say you’re a real playmaker. I guess that’s a good thing?” “It’s not a bad thing.” “I miss you,” I admitted. I loved hearing that Kian was doing so well but it was hard being so far away from him. “I miss you, too. You know I’d trade it all just to be there with you right now.” “But you don’t have to. You can have me and you can have hockey. You just can’t have me in person every day.” He nodded. “Enough about me and hockey. How’s school?” “Handling six classes is a lot harder than I thought it would be.” “I know you’ll do fine. You’re brilliant and driven.” I nodded. “What’s wrong?” Kian asked. I was surprised he could read me so well through a computer screen. I was still worried about Blake. I knew it was irrational and it was nothing I needed to worry Kian about. He had enough on his plate with hockey. He didn’t need to worry needlessly about me. “I guess I’m just tired,” I said instead. “I’ve been working overtime on my graduate school applications.” Kian and I hadn’t really discussed it but I knew he’d want me to apply for schools in Seattle now that he was there. I also knew it was something he’d never in a million years ask me to do. He’d want me to go to the best school no matter where it was located. He’d always put me and my future ahead of his own desires. “Aren’t you curious to know where I’m applying?” “I knew you’d tell me when you were ready.” “My top choice is the University of Washington.” I could see him trying to stifle a grin. “Is that your top choice because it’s the best program?” “It’s a good program. I’m very interested in their specializ ation in Behavioral Neuroscience.” The smile disappeared from his face. “You should be appl ying to the best and most competitive programs.” “I have two highly competitive programs in the mix. But the University of Washington has something no other school in the country has.” “What’s that?” “It’s in Seattle and their hockey team has an incredibly sexy player and he’s one of the hottest new hockey players in the NHL.” A hint of a smile returned to his face. “I appreciate you wanting to come to Seattle so we can be together but I don’t like the idea of you applying to a program just to be with me. You deserve to go to the very best Ph.D. program in the country.” “You know getting into a highly ranked Ph.D. program in psychology is more competitive than medical school. I think I’m going wherever I get in.” “I wish I could take you into my arms, give you a hug and remind you that you’re brilliant. I’m willing to bet that you’ll have your pick of programs.” “I hope you’re right.”
Seven K ian Seattle was matched up against the Los Angeles Kings. I knew it was going to be a tough game because we were both in the mix for the division banner and both had a lot to lose. After a week of spectacular play, I had been promoted to the second line. In my short, four game stint, I had racked up an impressive eight points and was quickly becoming a fan favorite. But tonight, something was definitely off. I didn’t know why exactly but I couldn’t get Taylor out of my mind. I was anxious, like there was a dark cloud hanging over me. I just knew something really bad was going to happen. I heard that guys could tell when they were going to get hurt on the ice. It was like