Anya: "Wait… Dad left me the Wildcats? The hockey team? But… I paint. I wear skirts, not skates! This has to be some kind of… morbid joke, right?"
Ryan: (Voice low, like gravel and late nights): "Joke’s on you, Boss. You just inherited a den of Wildcats… and I’m the Captain. See, your daddy thought you had the… qualities to handle us."
Anya: "Handle? I barely understand the rules! This is… professional hockey, not some canvas to… rearrange!"
Ryan: (Leans closer, a predatory gleam in his eye): "Oh, darlin’, you'll be rearranging things. Trust me. Especially when you realize the real game isn't on the ice… it's what happens after the whistle blows. Ready to play, Boss? Or are you already… checked?"
This age gap hockey romance just got a whole lot hotter. One minute Anya's in her art studio, the next she's owning a struggling minor league team... and catching the eye of a Captain who knows how to play very rough. Welcome to the Wildcats' Den. Things are about to get… interesting.
Ryan: (Voice low, like gravel and late nights): "Joke’s on you, Boss. You just inherited a den of Wildcats… and I’m the Captain. See, your daddy thought you had the… qualities to handle us."
Anya: "Handle? I barely understand the rules! This is… professional hockey, not some canvas to… rearrange!"
Ryan: (Leans closer, a predatory gleam in his eye): "Oh, darlin’, you'll be rearranging things. Trust me. Especially when you realize the real game isn't on the ice… it's what happens after the whistle blows. Ready to play, Boss? Or are you already… checked?"
This age gap hockey romance just got a whole lot hotter. One minute Anya's in her art studio, the next she's owning a struggling minor league team... and catching the eye of a Captain who knows how to play very rough. Welcome to the Wildcats' Den. Things are about to get… interesting.
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