Breakout

<h4><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He was too young for her.</strong></h4><h4><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A decade too young.</strong></h4><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Rebecca Stravokraus was the premier publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart capable and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. She also didn't lack in confidence.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But there was one thing she couldn't do. L.O.V.E.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It was the ultimate dirty word the one emotion that made men women and all variations in between turned into possessed insane beings. Humanity was not built to love. They were built to work to play hockey to- Cough. To have a great time between the sheets.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That was enough-it had been enough.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until Kevin declared that Rebecca was what he wanted until they spent several glorious nights in bed together . . . until she began to feel.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That couldn't be. Not now. Not in the future. Not </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>ever</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But Kevin had decided on her and if there was one thing she'd learned about stubborn hockey players it was that they didn't give up. And Rebecca had to admit that in this case she didn't want Kevin to give up.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>