He ruined my husband's funeral. Now he's coaching my son.

I should hate him for what he did.

Ricky Dalton. Jake's best friend. Trashed at the memorial. Arrested in the parking lot.

Ordered to do two hundred hours, at my rink.

Jake's legacy. My rink.

Rule one: do the work. Rule two: stay away from my son.

Ricky Dalton breaks both.

That stupid grin. The way he ties Lucas's skates.

Looks at my boy like he'd bleed for him.

Then he starts noticing the woman I had forgotten I am.

His hand on my back. I forgot what warmth feels like.

I kiss him first. Jake's jersey watching from the wall.

I want his weight in my bed. To wake up next to someone and feel wanted again.

I thought this part of me died with Jake. I'm falling anyway.

But Lucas has already lost one father.

Last time I let someone in, I had to bury him.

If I choose Ricky, I betray the man I buried.

If I don't, I lose myself a second time.