Twenty more minutes. That’s all I have left to prove that Connor Kennedy is no better than me. Again.
Captain of his team, the privileged son of a hockey legend, Connor Kennedy is the league’s golden boy. And the one player who can always get under my skin.
Our rivalry has been building for years, and when we’re forced to room together as Olympic teammates, I can feel the tension between us reach boiling point.
The world might see me as hockey’s most feared enforcer, Alaska’s angriest export, but in our room each night after practice, I can’t maintain my facade.
Now, I can’t get Connor out of my mind for another reason, and this obsession could ruin us both. But one thing I know for sure: some rules are made to be broken.
