Page 57 of Rush the Edge

Has he been here all night with me? In his arms?

I search the coffee table, remembering I’d left my notebook there.

“Where is my notebook?” I ask.

His mouth twitches. “What notebook?”

I sigh.

I do not have the energy to deal with this.

Sensing my irritation, he pulls it out and waves it in front of my face. His grip loosens around me, and I take the opportunity to scramble out of his lap.

The last little bit of air trapped in my lungs rushes out as I fall to my butt. “Oof.”

Kane leans forward with a look of disapproval on his features, but instead of helping me to my feet, he just rolls his eyes in the most annoyingly hot way that I have ever seen and relaxes back onto the couch.

What does one do when they wake up in their enemy’s arms?

Run. Obviously.

I carefully climb to my feet. My head pounds as I turn to head…where?

This is my apartment. He’s the one who needs to leave.

Without making an idiot of myself, I smooth my features and spin to face him. “You need to leave.”

Kane makes absolutely no attempt to even acknowledge me. In fact, he doesn’t even look up from his…wait, that’s my phone!

My hands fly to my hips. “Give me my phone!”

“Oh this?” He nods to the device in his hand.

“Yes! What are you doing on my phone?” I scoff. “Making sure Wes didn’t try to swoop in andstealme via text message?”

Kane’s grip tightens against the device. “He has your number?”

Of course not.

I shrug. “Maybe.”

He glares at me, and I suddenly see why other players steer clear of him on the ice.

Finally, Kane drops my phone to his lap and rests both of his arms on the back of my couch.

“You can have your phone back after you tell me what’s going on with you.” He taps his fingers on the couch, like he’s waiting for my explanation.

I’m not sure why he even cares, but either way, I’m not telling him anything.

I cross my arms over my braless chest.I love that for me. “Or I can just grab it from you,” I counter.

Kane drops his chin and stares at my phone resting in his lap.

“Okay, Little Miss Confident, come and get it.”

A challenge? Don’t mind if I do.

I walk carefully, because I’m not so trusting of my balance after last night, until I’m standing right in front of him.

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