Sticking Around

I wasn't looking for love. Heck I wasn't looking for anything. But it found me in a six-foot tall, two-hundred-pound hockey goalie. I try to fight it. I really do. This guy is a player, in more ways than one. At least I think he is. But I'm a Master of Psychology Student and there is one thing I know-not everything is as it appears. Looking deeper, I catch glimpses of the real Brady, the man this goalie keeps hidden-from everyone. I like that guy. A lot. And I'm pretty sure he likes me too. But then I discover something else about the man beneath the jersey, something dark and hurtful, something that tells me who I really am to him, which means there's only one thing left for me to do... Show the player who he's really playing with.