Page 75 of At the Edge with You

Jett Cook is… Man, he’s just everything.

I’m smiling to myself when a hand brushes along my back right over Jett’s number. I cut my gaze to my left, where a person is standing, and I have to look even farther up to meet the dark-brown eyes of a rather stunning man. His hair is dark, a murkybrown, and he has sharp angles to his face. He’s clean-shaven, his hair neatly trimmed along the sides of his head but wild at the top. He’s tall, and while he has muscles, he’s lean. He wears a dark-green and brown-trimmed Thirsty Pine Frosted Mugs jersey with a C on his chest. It’s crazy, but he almost reminds me of Jett. They share a lot of the same features—the eyes, the nose, the jaw. He’s handsome—not as gorgeous as Jett, but still very handsome.

“Hey there.”

His voice is low, throaty, like a smoker. I smile politely. “Hey.”

“I’m Jasper,” he tells me, his eyes looking me over appreciatively. “I figured you needed my name since I know yours.”

I smirk. “You know my name?”

“Everyone knows the ice princess, but I’m trying to figure out why you’re wearing that shitty jersey when you should be in mine.”

I’m taken aback by how bold he is, but he just grins, seeming pretty pleased with himself. Before I can even come up with a response, Jett’s voice booms through the rink. “Butler, don’t make me kick you out of my rink and make it so you can’t play.”

I look over at where Jett is stalking toward me, fury and possessiveness in his gaze.

God, he makes me hot.

As he wraps his arm around me, shooting daggers at Jasper, Liam yells, “Hey, you said you can’t kick people out of the league!”

With his eyes only on Jasper, Jett seethes, “I can when some bastard is flirting with my woman.”

Liam crosses his arms in frustration. “But it’s okay for some dude to flirt with my daughter?”

Chelsea gasps beside her father. “You were trying to get Jackson kicked from the league?”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” Liam tells her, not looking the least bit regretful.

“Dad!” she complains, shaking her head. “You’re insane.”

I giggle as I look between Jett and Jasper. They’re only staring at each other, glaring. “Don’t make me kick your ass,” Jett warns.

Jasper sends him a menacing grin. “Will you kick your own self from the league for fighting?”

Jett’s jaw goes taut as he leans in. “For her, I will. Stay the fuck away, you get?”

Jasper looks at me. “Want me to stay away, Fable?”

Jett growls beside me, and I pat his chest, shaking my head at his caveman antics. “I am very much in a relationship with this overpossessive lug of sexy man, so if you want more than cordiality, then yes, stay away.”

Jasper sighs deeply. “Your loss.”

“Doubtful,” I throw back, and he only laughs.

Jett stands a little taller before his hand tightens on my waist. His gloved hand holds his stick, while his other glove is tucked up under his armpit. He pulls me closer with his free hand, and when I look up at him, he’s still glaring at Jasper.

With a look only for Jett, he says, “Try not to get kicked out of the league, Cook.”

“Same goes for you, Butler.”

Jasper only laughs, so carefree, as he heads onto the ice. I don’t miss the way the Belles all glare at him. That surprises me because their looks are full of malice, not their usual playful glares. I turn in Jett’s arms just as he looks down at me, and I press my hands to his chest. I send him a look that he totally ignores. “What?” he asks.

“That was a bit over the top, don’t you think?”

He shakes his head. “No. I don’t want him anywhere near you.”

I reach up, cupping his cheek. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

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