SWEATERS & NEVER (THE CRESTWOOD ELITE HOCKEY ACADEMY #4) BY HEATHER C. MYERS, FRANKIE CARDONA – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Heather C. Myers
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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B RO O K E
The crisp December air bit at my cheeks as I trudged towards the
administrative building, my book bag clutched tightly to my chest.
Garlands laced with twinkling Christmas lights wrapped around
lampposts and buildings, casting a festive glow across the campus.
It was a stark contrast to the sense of dread that knotted in my stomach, a
relentless reminder of the impending confrontation that awaited me.
I couldn’t help but reflect on Pucks & Plates, the charity event I’d
poured my heart and soul into. We’d hit our goal number, but it had all been
for nothing. My father’s gambling problem had swallowed up every last
penny, and now our entire legacy hung in the balance.
The administrative building of Crestwood Academy stood as a
testament to the institution’s blend of tradition and modernity. Its grand
facade, characterized by red brick and towering white columns, emanated a
sense of enduring scholarship and authority. As December’s chill wrapped
around the campus, the building had donned its holiday attire with an
elegance that befitted its dignified stature. Evergreen twined around the
handrails, their greenery punctuated by vibrant red bows, while twinkling
lights framed the grand entrance, casting a warm glow that beckoned
students and faculty alike. The large windows, now frosted with artificial
snow, offered glimpses of Christmas trees strategically placed in the foyer
and main hall, their ornaments glinting in the soft light, adding a touch of
festive cheer to the otherwise solemn interior.
Inside, the atmosphere blended academic rigor and holiday spirit. The
air carried the mixed scents of pine, cinnamon, and the crispness of wellaged paper, emanating from the many offices and the vast library that
occupied the east wing. In the main lobby, a towering Christmas tree stood
as a centerpiece, adorned with gold and silver decorations that reflected the
institution’s colors, its presence a gentle reminder of the season’s joy amidst
the end-of-semester exams and evaluations. The sound of classical holiday
music, played at a respectful volume, filled the space, offering a soothing
backdrop to the bustling activity of students and staff moving through the
halls.
At the heart of this festive commotion sat Jean, the department’s veteran
secretary, behind her desk. Her presence was as much a part of the building
as the bricks and mortar themselves. With her glasses perched at the end of
her nose, she surveyed the lobby with keen eyes that missed nothing, yet
her demeanor was anything but stern.
As I entered, Jean’s face broke into a welcoming smile, and she offered
a friendly wave, an island of warmth in the cool, academic environment.
Her desk, organized chaos to anyone but her, was festooned with its own
small collection of holiday decorations, including a miniature tree and a
string of lights, personal touches that made the space feel more inviting.
“He’s waiting for you,” she said. “You’re good to go back.”
I gave her a nod in return — it was the only thing I could do. My tongue
was too heavy with concern to try anything else.
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