I’ve spent my entire career chasing the perfect story. But the last thing I saw coming was him.
At 28, I thought I’d finally landed it—the assignment to cover the Seattle Hawkeyes’ rise to Stanley Cup glory. It should be my dream come true—a career-making opportunity that could land me the head sports journalist position at The Seattle Sunrise. But instead of being handed the story of a lifetime, I’m facing my biggest challenge yet: Coach Bexley Townsend.
At 46, Bex is a hockey legend turned head coach, as relentless as he is infuriating. With every blocked interview,...
Coach Bex and Rowan’s Story
I’ve spent my entire career chasing the perfect story. But the last thing I saw coming was him.
At 28, I thought I’d finally landed it—the assignment to cover the Seattle Hawkeyes’ rise to Stanley Cup glory. It should be my dream come true—a career-making opportunity that could land me the head sports journalist position at The Seattle Sunrise. But instead of being handed the story of a lifetime, I’m facing my biggest challenge yet: Coach Bexley Townsend.
At 46, Bex is a hockey legend turned head coach, as relentless as he is infuriating. With every blocked interview, every pointed glare, and every gruff dismissal, he’s making my job nearly impossible. But peeling back his guarded exterior to uncover the truth about the man behind the team isn’t just about earning a promotion—it’s become personal.
Coach Townsend isn’t like the egotistical athletes I’m used to charming. His brooding stares and off-limits past are as intriguing as they are infuriating, and with every fiery clash between us, I find myself falling deeper into the story I swore I wouldn’t write.
Worse still, the Hawkeyes’ players and their girlfriends are starting to feel less like subjects and more like family—a reminder of the life I secretly crave but know I can never have. Lines are blurring. Rules are breaking. And with each moment that passes, I’m getting closer to a truth I’m not sure I’m ready to face:
What happens if the story I’m writing just happens to be... my own?
