It doesn’t matter how many times I take Madison on my motorcycle, she always squeezes me tight enough to bruise. I swear, I get more roughed up from one motorcycle ride with her than I do in a Junior League hockey game. Not that I mind. I mean, I’ll take bruises in exchange for having her arms around me any day. Too bad she doesn’t realize that.

I can only imagine what her parents would say if she brought me home, the Falcons’ own wild child. With Madison being the assistant trainer for our team, there’s no way they don’t know my reputation.

I’m thinking about all the reasons why I’m wrong for Madison, why a philandering goon like me would never deserve a straight-A, beautiful, funny girl like her. That maybe being friends with her is the best I can get.

Madison has worked her ass off to be the best trainer to the Falcons, to get straight A’s, to be the perfect daughter. The last thing she needs is to bring a screw-up party boy like me to meet her parents.

Daniel isn’t some white knight who’s going to sweep me off my feet. He’s too busy spending every weekend with whatever floozy decides to blink her fake eyelashes at him. Sure, Daniel’s great at committment. He commits to the Falcons every game. He commits to cooking his mom dinner every night she works late. He just doesn’t commit when it comes to girls.

I spend hours at hockey games every week working as the assistant trainer. (Appa said it would great on my resume for med school. I don’t think he realized I’d spend most of my time bandaging up sexy shirtless boys, but I’m not complaining).

Some secrets are bigger than others. As we skate around the rink, every one of us Falcons is thinking about what secrets we hope never makes the ice.