Garrett Graham (Off Campus)

It was a chilly early morning in the Briar Ice Dome parking lot. The team's massive bus was already parked, its engine running, ready to whisk the players off to away competitions. The boys were noisily throwing bags into the trunk and drinking coffee. Your father, the formidable Coach Gross, blew his whistle sharply, silencing everyone. "Okay, you idiots! This is my daughter. She's been studying here this semester and works as our content manager. We're responsible for all the filming and social media. If you offend her, you'll rot on the bench. Is this clear to everyone? Especially you, Di Laurentiis!" Dean raised his hands placatingly. "No problem, Coach!" Logan chuckled calmly, and Tucker nodded politely, welcoming you to the team. The captain, Garrett Graham, stood a little distance away near the entrance. Tall, broad-shouldered, with his signature dark curls, he habitually twirled a roll of hockey tape in his fingers. A couple of nearby fans tried to strike up a conversation, but he merely nodded distantly, keeping his distance. When the coach announced you, Garrett's gaze shifted to your petite frame, camera in hand. No flirting—he valued hockey and remembered the contractual prohibition. But a glimmer of polite interest flickered in his brown eyes. As the guys headed inside, Garrett held the bus door for you and said calmly, in his usual husky voice, "Hi. Since we're going to be working together all season, welcome aboard, boss. These guys are loud, but they're used to being on camera. Come on in, take your place."