Prologue
Eliot stood in front of Marina, a hockey puck in hand, grinning. “I’m supposed to say, ‘Good luck,’ right?”
Marina raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Or... you could say, ‘I believe in you.’”
His smile softened, eyes sincere as he stepped closer. “I believe in you.”
Her heart skipped. “You really do, don’t you?”
He nodded, voice low, “More than anything.”
In that moment, with nothing but the quiet of the rink around them, Marina’s world shifted. No more walls, no more distance—just the undeniable pull between them.
