Bitter Sweet Heart (Lies, Hearts & Truths #2)
H. Hunting & Helena Hunting
For the protectors who put the people they love ahead of themselves, even when it hurts.
Acknowledgments
Husband and kidlet, you inspire me every day. Thank you for your love.
Deb, I adore you. Thank you for being the Pepper to my Salt.
Kimberly thank you for everything you do, even when it isn’t easy.
Sarah, you’re incredible and wonderful and I’m forever grateful for you.
Hustlers, you’re my cheerleaders and my book family and I’m so grateful for each and every one of you.
My SS team, your eagle eyes are amazing and I appreciate your input and support.
Denise, thank you for sharing your hockey knowledge and insight with me. You’re truly incredible and I’m honored to have your support.
Tijan, thank you for being such a great source of encouragement when I need it most.
Jessica, Christa, Julia, Amanda, thank you so much for working on this project with me and helping me make it sparkle.
To my entire Social Butterfly team, you’re fabulous and I couldn’t do it without you.
Sarah and Gel, thank you for being graphic gurus. Your incredible talent never ceases to amaze me.
Beavers, thank you for giving me a safe place to land, and for always being excited about what’s next.
Deb, Tijan, Kat, Marnie, Krystin, Laurie, Angie, Angela; thank you for being such wonderful and inspiring women in my life. I’m lucky to have your friendship.
Readers, bloggers, bookstagrammers and booktokers, your passion for love stories is unparalleled, thank you for all that you do for the reading community.
One
Floating on this Cloud
Maverick
I flip the lid open on the cooler. “Who needs another beer?”
My cousin BJ holds out his hand. “This guy right here.”
I glance over at my best friend, Kody, who I’ve known my entire life. “What about you?”
“I’ll have water, or a soda as long as it doesn’t have caffeine.” He doesn’t look up from the textbook he’s reading.
“Seriously, dude, take a break. That textbook isn’t going anywhere, and we have limited lazy dock days left.” I pass him a beer instead of his requested water or decaf soda. When he doesn’t reach for it right away, I tack on, “It’s light and only two percent. You’d need to drink an entire case to catch a buzz.”
He’s slow to drag his gaze away from whatever he’s reading. “I want to get a jumpstart on my bio-chem class. It was my lowest grade last year.”
“Which was what, ninety-seven percent?” BJ snorts.
“Ninety-five point four.”
The way he says it makes it sound like he almost failed, but he finally grabs the beer I’m still holding out.
“I don’t understand why you get so bent out of shape about your grades.” This isn’t true. I know exactly why Kody gets his balls tied in a knot—he’s a perfectionist. “It’s not like you’re going to use your rocket science degree anyway. Once you get called up, you’ll be making millions a year.” I twist the cap off my own beer and take a long swig. Kody was a first-round pick. It’s only a matter of time before he’s playing for the NHL.
“Yeah, but my career isn’t going to last forever, and when it’s over, I want a solid degree under my belt so I can transition to my second career without any problems.” Kody closes the textbook. “Or I could go back for a master’s, and that’s not going to happen if I don’t have a good GPA.”
“You got a lot of years before you’re going to have to worry about that.” I push up out of my chair and sweat drips down my back, thanks to the summer sun sitting high in the sky. I step out to the end of the dock, turn around, and do a backflip into the water.
I catch Kody’s “Hey!” just before I go under.
I pull myself back out and drop down into my chair. Kody gripes about me getting his textbook wet as he slides it into a plastic bag and then into his backpack. I’ll take his ire, though, because it means he’s given up on studying. Kody and I have been tight since we were kids. Without me around to force him to relax occasionally, Kody would spend all day, every day either studying or on the ice.
“I’m kinda jealous that you two lucky fuckers are going to be done at the end of this year.” BJ drains half of his beer in three long swallows.
“Why would you be jealous? The two of us have to be responsible once this year is over.” I motion between myself and Kody.
“I’m already responsible,” Kody says.
“You know what I mean. We’re already on the ice seven days a week with training. It’s only going to get more intense from here.”
College is fun. Unlike Kody, I don’t worry all that much about my grades. As long as my scores are over seventy, I’m happy. Most of my energy goes into hockey. For the rest, I do whatever is going to keep me out of trouble with my parents, my professors, and my coach.
BJ’s phone buzzes on his chair, and he checks the screen, one corner of his mouth turning up in a sly grin as he uses face ID to unlock it.