Lydia
I don't date athletes. It's a rule. I almost married a big football star. After a very messy and grossly public breakup, I promised myself never to date another professional athlete. It's a good policy. Since I interview them for a living, dating would be complicated. Not that I've met one I wanted to date in the last six years. That is, until Hunter Garrison. The guy is retiring at the height of his career. He's a superstar. The last thing I want is to become the story rather than tell the story. Still, when he looks at me, I'm lost in a lifetime of possibilities.
Hunter
My career has always come first. Most of the time, dating isn't worth the trouble, and I don't take it seriously. Reporters are the worst part of being a professional hockey player. They've made any kind of social life nearly impossible. Not that I'm complaining. I have a great life. I've reached all my goals. Now it's time to call it a day. I told the team I'd be icing it at the end of the new season, and they insisted on making a big deal about it. Then the sports network chimed in with an in-depth television show about me and my life. As jaded as I am, Lydia Lane is different. Talking to her, even with the cameras on, is like sharing memories with my best friend. I want more Lydia, and no matter how hard I try, I can't fight needing her.
