Page 199 of Skate the Line

If I didn’t have some sunshine running through my veins from a certain someone, I’d probably be irrationally annoyedwith Kane and his constant bullshit.But it doesn’t hit me as strongly as usual.

“Well, don’t include me in this. Unlike you, I’ll be focusing on tonight’s game.”

I bend at the knees to stretch.

“Too late,” Malaki mumbles.

As soon as his words hit my ears, I look for Sunny and Ellie.

My stick falls to the ice.

I flick my glare to Kane.

“What?” He acts innocent but makes no attempt to hide his smirk.

“Did you tell the new guy to go over there? Or did he do that all on his own?”

Am I going to have to make a scene?

Kane’s cheeks cave in as he tries to hold in his laughter.

Irritation fuels me to stand at my full height. I drag my glare back and forth between Kane and Lars, trying to decide which one to go toward.

“There’s one thing you don’t do when it comes to me.” My voice is entirely too calm for the jealous rage zipping through me.

“I know.” Kane rolls his eyes. “Stop fucking with you. But relax. It’s just a joke. Everyone knows that Sunny is off-limits, and she has no problem telling us that she doesn’t date hockey players, remember?”

I shake my head with the flex of my jaw. I skate over to him and lower my voice. “No. The one thing you don’t do is fuck with what’s mine.”

Kane eyes me with confusion but quickly smooths his features when the realization hits him.

I narrow my gaze. “You get what I’m saying?”

He smiles like a fool next. “I got you. I’ll take care of it.”

“Good,” I snap.

He begins skating toward Lars. “And my bad. I honestly never would’ve guessed that you’d be fucking your little nanny at your disposal.”

I quickly swipe my stick off the ice and put it out to trip him.

He goes flying.

“Damnit, Volkova! I said I was sorry. Take a fucking joke.”

A sick smile paints my face as I bend to help him up. If the families weren’t watching, I’d probably place my stick against his neck, but since I have to play nice, I decide to act even more insane and help him to his feet.

It probably sends more fear into him than if I were to use my fist on his face.

“I know you said sorry.” I grab his stick off the ice and hand it to him with force. I press it into his chest. “But I need you to understand that I’m not just fuckingher like she’s a goddamn toy. Show some fucking respect.”

Kane flicks a brow.

“Don’t say that shit again.”

“Wow.” He glances at her over his shoulder. “You really care about her.”

I do, but I’m not going to admit that to him before I do her.

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