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  Off the Ice

  A Breakaway Novel

  L.P. Dover

  Contents

  A Note From The Author

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  A Note From Author

  About the Author

  Other Titles by LP Dover

  Going For The Hole

  Off the Ice: A Breakaway Novel

  L.P. Dover

  Copyright 2018 by L.P. Dover

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  A Note From The Author

  This book is dedicated to all my Breakaway lovers out there. The series was a joy to write, and I’m going to miss it terribly. Especially Maddox and Justin—they were my favorites to write. Thank you for sticking with my hockey men, and showing them your love.

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  THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

  Chapter One

  Justin

  There were only thirty seconds left on the clock, the score one to one. All eyes were on me and Maddox. It reminded me of those snowy days back in Minnesota when Maddox and I played against the neighborhood boys on my backyard’s iced-over pond. That was the beginning of our hockey dream. This was his last game before retirement, and I had to make sure he went out a winner. Everyone was counting on me.

  My heart pounded relentlessly in my chest, but everything around me moved in slow motion. Maddox had the puck, but Brock Hansen, Pittsburgh’s cunt of a forward, charged up behind him.

  “Look out!” I shouted.

  Maddox deviated and passed me the puck just as Brock lunged toward him, missing him by a hair and crashing into the wall. “Ha-ha cocksucker,” Maddox chuckled.

  The puck was mine. I didn’t have time to think. There were only fifteen seconds left, and now it was all up to me. We’d won our fair share of games this season, but we’d also lost some—and those losses were mostly ones I’d screwed up. I never should have agreed to be the bachelor on Rich and Single. Ever since I signed that contract, my life had been nothing but a huge clusterfuck. Not anymore.

  The Stanley Cup would belong to the Charlotte Strikers once again.

  I can do this. Tonight would be the beginning of my freedom … in more ways than one.

  “Come on, Davis! Let’s win this!” Coach Kellan roared. The crowd around the arena jumped to their feet as I raced toward the goal, their cheers and chants ringing in my ear. Only five seconds left. Four. Three…

  I took one last breath and hit the puck, holding the air in my lungs as I watched it sail across the ice. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. The ending buzzer echoed all around us, but not before the puck found its home.

  “The Strikers win the Stanley Cup again!” Hearing those words brought me back.

  Maddox threw his arms around me, just as my other teammates lifted me in the air. I could only describe it as the best feeling in the world. I belonged on the ice. Tossing off my helmet, I waved at our fans with the biggest grin on my face. This was what I wanted to be known for being, a hockey player … not a reality show star.

  Cameras flashed all around us as the guys set me down in front of Kellan, our coach. Up until this last season he had been one of us–and he was still the backbone of our team.

  “Good job, guys. You’ve made me proud tonight.” More cameras flashed. “Now let’s get out of here and celebrate.”

  The guys hooted and hollered as we skated off the ice behind Kellan, right toward the reporters. Maddox slapped his hands on my shoulders, snickering low. “Looks like they want an interview with the star of the night. And heads up, your girl’s right behind them, trying to get through.”

  The thought of pretending with Miranda another second made me so goddamn sick. I pitied any man who got wrangled into her mess. What made it worse was that I’d lost a year of my life and a lot of my sanity, all because of a stupid contract.

  The second I stepped off the ice, reporters shouted my name, thrusting their microphones in my face. “How does it feel to win the Stanley Cup again?” one of them asked.

  I saw Miranda trying to break through the crowd. She was in for a rude awakening. “Amazing,” I answered quickly, trying my best to get down the line. Just a few more steps and I’d be in the locker room, away from her.

  Only two more reporters left to get through. Of course, one of them asked the million-dollar question. “So, Justin, tell us how our famous bachelor and his fiancée are going to celebrate this victory?” The young reporter smiled for the camera, but it slowly faded when he got a look at my face. The famous bachelor. Not the star center forward for the Charlotte Strikers—just the famous bachelor. What a fucking joke. I couldn’t blame it on him though; I did it to myself.

  Chuckling, I glanced down at his name badge, relieved that my punishment was over. “Oh, Allen, funny you should mention that. As of right now, my fiancée and I are no more. I’m officially free. I plan on celebrating this victory with my team.” I looked up at the ceiling, clasping my hands together in praise. “Thank God.”

  Gasps of surprise erupted from the line of reporters, followed by bursts of laughter from my teammates. “What?” Miranda screamed. She’d come into view, hands on her hips with that bitchy snarl on her face. “You can’t be serious.”

  All cameras turned her way and then back to me. A smug smile spread across my face. “Oh, I am.” Then I turned my back on her and walked away.

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or the first time in a year, I could breathe. Was it a mistake to do what I did on national TV? Probably. There was nothing I could do about it now. What was done, was done. Miranda needed to be taken down a notch or twelve. It was a good thing I was leaving town for a while. All I had to do was get through the after party and make my flight to Wyoming tomorrow morning.

  When I pulled up at Sammy’s Pub, there was already a line of reporters. I was pretty sure they wanted more than pictures from me after the show I’d put on at the stadium. So far, Miranda was nowhere to be seen, but that wouldn’t last long.

  Dallas, the Strikers’ goalie and my brother-in-law, parked right beside me, shaking his head. My sister waddled over to my car. In about eight weeks, I was going to be an uncle. Hands on her hips, it was obvious she didn’t agree with what I’d done.

  “I know what you’re going to say,” I said, getting out of my car. The air was thick with humidity like it always was in the south during summer. “But you, of all people, know how bad I wanted to put Miranda in her place.”

  Callie sighed, and her face softened. We both had the same blonde hair and green eyes like our mother, but she had inherited our mother’s stubborn streak. Dallas gave me a thumbs-up and winked before draping his arm around her shoulders. Callie smacked him on the stomach. “Don’t think for one second I didn’t see that.”

  Dallas chuckled. “Seriously, babe. Miranda’s a raging bitch. I doubt there’s anyone on this planet who’ll feel sorry for her. She deserved to be humiliated on TV.”

  Callie crossed her arms over her chest. “You guys are clueless. I know how horrible Miranda is, and believe me, I wanted to smack her a few times myself, but this is Miranda we’re talking about. Conniving and evil doesn’t begin to cover what that woman’s capable of.” She sighed. “You’re going to pay for this, Justin. One way or another, she won’t let you get away with it.”

  I’d thought about that, and I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t afraid of what she or her rich daddy would do to me. Shrugging, I started toward the pub and they followed. “I’ll be fine. I don’t care what she says about me to the tabloids. We all know it won’t be true.”

  Cameras flashed and reporters moved in a frenzy as we walked up the sidewalk. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones waiting on me. Miranda charged through them, coming straight at me, her high heels tapping on the cement.

  “Incoming,” Dallas said, voice low.

  I knew what was coming before it even happened. Miranda reared her hand back and slapped me hard across the cheek. Callie fumed, but Dallas held her tight. I wasn’t about to let my pregnant sister stand up for me. It was my mess.

  Miranda poked a finger in my chest. “You’re not getting the last word in here, I am. How dare you do this to me?” There were no tears in her eyes, only vengeance.

  The cameramen moved in closer. “Simple,” I replied with a shrug. “Our contract is done. I’m not obligated to stay with you anymore.”

  Her eyes widened in anger. “You’re going to regret this.”

  “Oh, believe me, I already have.”

  She stormed away, and the reporters went crazy, thrusting microphones in my face. “Justin, what do you mean about being obligated to stay with Miranda? What kind of contract was it?” It was the same questions, over and over. I’d already revealed more than I should have, given my contract with the television station.

  I held up my hand and continued walking. “Thanks for coming out tonight.”

  As soon as we got inside the pub, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a private party, so the reporters weren’t allowed inside. Callie grabbed my arm and nodded over at Corey, our brother, and my agent. He sat at the bar with Callie’s best friend, Hannah, and one of our rookies and my friend, Cliff Stanford.

  “You need to give Corey a heads-up about what just happened. He’s the one who’ll be handling this PR nightmare.”

  The thought deflated me a bit. I didn’t want to bring trouble down on my brother. “Hopefully, it’ll all be blown over by the time I get back into town.”

  Dallas slapped a hand on my shoulder. “Wishful thinking, buddy.”

  Groaning, I walked over to Corey. Cliff stood, grinning from ear to ear. “Good game tonight, bro. I hate I can’t go to Wyoming with you. I was looking forward to some downtime.”

  I shook his hand. “Thanks, man. You’ll have to come visit for a few days if you get a chance.” I’d offered Cliff a room at my ranch for the summer, but his dad had some medical issues so he decided to go up to Vermont to be with his family instead.

  He blew out a heavy sigh. “Hopefully, I can. If not, I’ll see you in August.” He patted my arm and smiled. “Take care.”

  Corey watched him walk off and shook his head. “I hate his dad’s not doing well.”

  I sat down beside him. “Yeah, it’s definitely messed him up. I know of something that’d make him happy, though.” Since Cliff didn’t have an agent, I’d hinted at Corey to take on the job.

  Hannah snickered, and Corey gave me a sideward glance. “If you’re referring to me being his agent, I offered to represent him.”

  That made me happy. “Thanks, brother. However, you’re going to hate me after what I’m about to tell you.” Corey was thirty-one years old, and a twin to my brother Brant, who was officially still one of my agents, but he had moved back to Minnesota to be with his now-wife.

  Corey tossed a peanut in his mouth and turned to me, grinning devilishly. “No need to explain. I already know I’ll have my work cut out for me while you’re gone.”

  With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think of all the shit you’d have to deal with.”

  He tossed another peanut into his mouth and shrugged. “Not worried in the least. You have a lot of people who love you out there.”

  I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “And a lot who don’t,” I added. The bartender came up and I ordered my usual: whiskey, straight up.

  Corey waved me off. “There’ll be a lot of shade coming your way, but you’ll come out on top. Who knows,” he said, nudging me with his elbow, “with all the exposure, you might get the movie deal you’ve always dreamed about.”

  “Doubt it. I’m not even sure that’s what I want anymore. Hockey is who I am.” The bartender set my tumbler of whiskey down, and I tossed it back, loving the smooth burn as it slid down my throat.

  “True, but you have to think about what you’re going to do after you retire. You’re twenty-nine years old. You have maybe ten years left and that’s it, but only if you don’t get hurt.”

  In my mind, it was hard to imagine giving up hockey for good. If I had my way, I’d play until I was fifty. But that wasn’t the way the world worked. Eventually, I’d have to give it up and move on to something else. Acting was my second passion, but after Miranda got done smearing my name, that dream would be squashed. I had no doubt her father would make sure of that.

  A set of hands slapped down on my shoulders from behind. “What’s up, cuz? Break any more hearts in the last hour?” Maddox squeezed my shoulders, and I turned around. His wife, Lacey, also pregnant, stood beside him, trying her best to smile, but I knew she was miserable. Cheeks red from the June heat, she had her blonde hair pulled high and was wearing a light blue maternity sundress. Their baby was two weeks late. Ever since her brother married my sister, I considered her family.

  “I break hearts all the time, what are you talking about?” I replied with a chuckle. I looked over at Lacey. “How you feeling?”

  Snorting, she glanced down at her stomach. “Tired and ready for Maddox Jr. to come out. He’s hard-headed like his daddy.”

  Maddox grinned and kissed her on the cheek. “You still love me.”

  An unfamiliar feeling washed over me—jealousy. Looking around the room at my teammates, a lot of them were in serious relationships or married with families of their own. I didn’t have any of that. Having been stuck with Miranda for the past year, I couldn’t. For the first time in m
y life, I wanted someone I could be serious with. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like it was going to happen anytime soon.

  “Where’s Braeden and Sophia?” I asked Lacey.

  A wide grin spread across her face as she glanced over at Maddox. He smiled and nodded. “Might as well tell him. It’s about to be public anyway,” he said.

  I held up a hand. “Please don’t tell me he’s retiring, too.” Sheepishly, Lacey bit her lip, and I had my answer. “Dammit, guys! There’s not going to be anyone left other than me and Dallas.”

  Lacey snickered. “My brother’s good at keeping the guys in line. You two will be great leaders.”

  I’d just joined the Charlotte Strikers, and now everyone was starting new adventures. I felt like I was the only one not moving on to the next stage in my life. I couldn’t imagine giving up hockey like they were, when they had so many good years left.

  “So what’s golden boy going to be doing now that he’s quitting?” I asked.

  Lacey pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of Braeden proposing to Sophia in front of a tropical waterfall. “Braeden’s a smart guy,” Lacey added. “He used to fly up to New York to help me study for my medical exams. I always thought he’d make a good doctor, and I knew deep down that’s what he wanted to be. It all came so easy to him.”