Page 114 of Ice
“Ice, I need to tell you something. I probably should have mentioned it before, but things were kind of up in the air, and I didn’t know if it was going to work out or, you know… crash and burn.”
I grabbed that hand of hers and lifted it to my lips, sucking her fingers into my mouth. I wished I’d dipped them inside her first, so I could taste her arousal. I should be fucking her by now, so why the fuck were we standing here?
“Ice, this is serious.”
I teased her fingers with my teeth, and she let out a soft moan, before she pulled her hand away.
“Ice, Leif Jacobsen is my father.”What the fuck?
I turned to look at the man in the photo, trying to see his features in the old blurred image, then back at her.
“You look nothing like him.”
She shrugged. “I am nothing like him. He… he wasn’t around much, and he was a horrible man, from what I remembered. I knew he was the president of a club, but I didn’t know it was this one until I saw the pictures downstairs, and the mentions of the former club name.”
“And you kept it from me? From Reacher?”
Lissa
Heseemedtothinkit was a big deal that I was the daughter of the former president, and now I was worried that I should have mentioned it before now. It just hadn’t seemed that relevant, but as Ice grabbed my hand and dragged me up to the third floor, I figured it was a bigger deal than I realised.
He hammered on the only door up here, and a cranky-looking Reacher answered it.
“Unless someone’s killing someone, this isn’t a good time, Ice.”
“Let him in,” I heard Alicia say, but she sounded nothing like herself.
“We shouldn’t bother them.” I tried dragging Ice away from the door, but apart from making him wince, because I shouldn’t be pulling at that arm, he didn’t move an inch.
“Just found out something interesting, Pres. You might want to know, since it involves our former President.”
Reacher groaned, rubbing his hand over those dark studs above his eye.
“Fucking hell, how the hell is that dead bastard relevant to anything going on right now?”
I gasped, because even though I’d hated him, it was a shock to hear those words from anyone.
Ice kissed my forehead, then turned to look at Reacher.
“Because my new old lady is his fucking daughter.”
Reacher cursed, and stepped back, nodding at us to follow him inside.
Alicia got up from the sofa, swiping at her eyes, and headed for the kitchen.
“I’ll make coffee.”
“Why didn’t you say something before?”
I wished I knew the answer to that question.
“I don’t know. I meant to, once I worked it out, but other things were going on by then.”
“You thought it’d affect our opinion of you.” It wasn’t a question, but was he right? Had I subconsciously worried about that?
“I don’t know. Does it?”
“I’m not giving her up, Reacher.” Ice’s arm tightened around me at Reacher’s glare.
