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Chapter 15   Vivianne Sinclair    I sighed for the hundredth time today, my eyes glued to the ice rink, still I couldn't concentrate on anything.   I hated to admit that Noah's absence was driving me crazy. I didn't want to care, but I kept worrying if he was fine and if he could take care of himself now that I'm not home.  Heat blossomed in my chest as memories of hours ago replayed in my head, and my fingers tightened on my iPad.  “Ms. Sinclair…” Coach B’s voice jerked me back to reality, and I saw him skating towards me.   He stepped into the arena. “So, how did the assessment go?”   I blinked. “Huh?”   Oh… right… I was assessing the players so I could take note of their agility on the rink. Fuck! I got distracted.   “Oh, that…” I glanced down at my iPad. I didn't take down a single note.   “Is everything alright?” Coach B asked.   Oh, no! This can't happen. I started work not long ago. I can't mess it up now.   Just then, someone snatch