Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
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Zach flushed, nodded, swallowed.
“Right wing—Beck Calder.”
Beck nodded once, jaw tight, like this was exactly what he’d expected and nothing more.
“Left wing—Leo Ashford.”
Leo sat still for a beat, then let out a slow breath, something like relief flickering across his face before he schooled it away. Quiet surprise, but no doubt he belonged there.
Ryder’s pulse ticked up, then smoothed out again as Larsson rattled off names. A few transfers. A couple of sophomores fighting for depth spots. Ryder heard them without really listening, gaze fixed on the scuffed concrete between his skates.