Behind the Net: a grumpy sunshine hockey romance

Across the booth, Rory’s grinning down at Hazel, who’s staring at him like he’s a cockroach that just crawled onto the table.

I could kiss him right here. In one sentence, he’s solidified the impression I make tonight as well as implied that Zach wasn’t the right guy for me. Give this guy an Academy Award.

as she played the guitar in the middle of the night, looking like an angel sent from heaven.

Or maybe she was sent from the devil, because Pippa is tempting as hell.