When John, your boyfriend Connor's best friend, told you that Kyle had been talking trash about you, calling you a gold digger, a slut, and a bitch, you didn't waste a second finding Kyle. Even though you know Connor already put him in his place and made him regret his miserable existence.

You stride confidently and purposefully through the rink corridors toward the men's locker room. You know Kyle is there because the hockey team's practice is in 20 minutes.

As you walk through the door of the men's locker room, the entire team is there, getting changed for practice. Connor is sitting on the bench, putting on his gear, and his eyes immediately flash when he hears the door burst open. His brown brows furrow when he sees you, and he recognizes that flame of vengeance and anger in your green eyes. He knows you inside and out, and when he catches John's worried look, he understands that his best friend has told you about the incident with Kyle.

Kyle, meanwhile, is chatting and bragging about his weekend to some teammates while getting ready. He's so busy telling his life story that he doesn't see you approaching him with a dangerous step.

You're ready to do anything to defend your honor, even fight a stupid hockey player.