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Caught kissing (G. Bombay)

Gordon Bombay thought he had everything under control.

Practice schedules? Organized.
Game strategies? Solid.
The Ducks? (Mostly) listening.

His personal life?

...Contained.

Very contained.

Because if there was one thing Gordon knew for sure, it was this: if the Ducks found out he had a girlfriend, his life would become unbearable.

And yet somehow... here he was.

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Her name was Emily.

She wasn't loud or flashy, but she had this calm confidence that made people listen. She volunteered at the community center connected to the rink, which meant she was around just enough to make Gordon nervous—but not enough for the team to catch on.

At least, that had been the plan.

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"Bombay! You're distracted!"

Gordon blinked, snapping back to reality as a puck slammed into the boards beside him.

"I'm not distracted," he said quickly.

Charlie crossed his arms. "You just told Fulton to pass to himself."

Fulton frowned. "I was confused."

"Yeah, well, don't be," Gordon shot back. "Run it again!"

The team skated off, but not without exchanging looks.

"He's been weird all week," Connie whispered.

"More weird than usual?" Jesse asked.

"Way more."

Charlie glanced over at Gordon, who was now checking his watch for the third time in five minutes.

"Something's up," Charlie said. "And I'm gonna figure it out."

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Practice finally ended, and the Ducks dragged themselves off the ice, laughing and shoving each other as they headed toward the locker room.

Gordon stayed behind, collecting pucks—waiting.

He checked the clock again.

Right on time.

The side door to the rink creaked open, and Emily stepped in, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey, Coach," she teased softly.

Gordon smiled immediately—something he never did this easily around anyone else.

"Hey," he said, walking over. "You made it."

"Of course I did. You said you had ten minutes before your team came back out."

"I do," he said. "They're in the locker room."

Emily glanced around the empty rink. "So... this is our very secret, very professional meeting?"

"Exactly," Gordon said, smirking. "Strictly business."

"Mm-hmm."

She stepped closer, and just like that, the space between them disappeared.

"You're terrible at secrets, you know," she said.

"I've kept this one pretty well so far," he replied.

"Barely," she laughed. "Your team already suspects something."

Gordon groaned. "Of course they do."

Emily smiled up at him. "Relax. It's kind of cute."

"Nothing about them finding out will be cute," he said.