The Trouble with #9 (Large Print)

Trouble.

One word that comes to mind when someone talks about me. I like to think of it as protection, watching out for the ones I love. But now Im spending more time in the penalty box than on the ice and the team owner isnt happy.

Finding myself across the room from the hot therapist I kissed on New Years Eve only makes me push my problems down further. I want couch time with her but not the kind shes used to.

I decide to lie to her just to finish off my therapy so I can do what I really want-date her-even if she says she doesnt date hockey players. Just when my therapy sessions are up and Ive made some headway with Paisley, its my parents who throw another wrench in my plans.

If I abide by my parents wishes to marry the one theyve chosen, Ill lose Paisley forever. But if I go against my parents, Im failing my deceased best friend all over again.