Much to my utter dismay, the Portland Icehawks chose me in the expansion draft, and now my estranged father is my hockey coach. No one on the team knows he's my dad. They think he’s a distant relative I don't get along with. They’re right about that last part. We hate each other. He blames me for the death of my sister, and I blame myself, too. He's unfairly targeted me, and his constant criticism is destroying my confidence and my game.
The only thing I look forward to is my time spent working with the homeless, especially one feisty, attractive female, but neither of us do relationships because those require trust and commitment, and we're too scarred to take the risk.
Can we conquer our demons so I can rescue her from the streets, and she can rescue me from my past?