The only thing worse than hating him? Wanting him. Nico Kirby “Packy” Paquette used to be my teammate, roommate, and best friend. But everything fell apart when he slept with my ex-girlfriend.
Just as we were about to start our professional hockey careers, our friendship exploded into bitter fights, damaged reputations, and a seven-year rivalry. We never talked about what happened.
Instead, we let pride take over, and our on-ice hatred has become legendary. No one doubts how we feel about each other, especially not us.
Packy Things were fine until the league called a few weeks ago. Now, Nico Rossi and I are stuck together on a PR tour, trying to make nice and ignore the past.
There’s just one problem: the cameras catch everything we can’t hide, and social media is obsessed with us.
The attention is so relentless we’re questioning what everyone else apparently already knows.
We’re trying to pretend the past doesn’t matter, but this forced proximity is slowly making us face the truth. We’re starting to wonder if we ever understood what we were actually fighting about.
