The Trouble with #9

Trouble.

One word that comes to mind when someone talks about me. I like to think of it as protection, watching out for the ones I love. But now I'm spending more time in the penalty box than on the ice and the team owner isn't happy.

Finding myself across the room from the hot therapist I kissed on New Year's Eve only makes me push my problems down further. I want couch time with her but not the kind she's used to.

I decide to lie to her just to finish off my therapy so I can do what I really...