Wounded Winger by R.M. Neill

Hockey’s a dangerous sport, and injury is part of the game. I can prepare for it and expect it to happen.
What I can’t prepare myself for is another kind of injury, one I have no experience with.
A broken heart.
I couldn’t prepare myself for the adorable nerd I fell for, hard and fast.
I couldn’t prepare myself for what followed.
Predicting chemical reactions is a whole lot easier than human ones.
In fact, I can’t even predict my own reactions most days.
Including hurting the one person I’d come to care for the most.
I wasn’t prepared to fall in love with a hockey player.
I wasn’t prepared for how much it would hurt.