Page 138 of Ice Wolf
I couldn’t care less.
“He can go fuck himself,” I muttered.
“Then what?” When I said nothing, he narrowed his eyes. “Is this about Lily?”
My answer was to pound my fist against my locker door. We’d had an argument, a real knock-down drag-out yelling match ending with her storming out of the house telling me she needed space.
And time.
When I’d asked her about coming to the game, her answer? She wasn’t sure. I was livid. I was hurt.
I was devastated.
What I couldn’t fathom or understand was her lack of honesty about the flowers that had appeared at my house. For her. Two dozen red roses, of all selections. She’d thought I’d sent them, but if I had, I wouldn’t have been so obvious I was trying to woo her.
The moment she’d read the card, she’d paled. I’d shown off my asinine qualities once again by ripping the card from her hand.
Whoever had sent them hadn’t used his name, but the intent had been obvious.
To our future together…
I’d been livid, demanding she tell me who’d sent them. I’d driven her away. I was positive of it. My skin crawled from the realization. Mate or no mate, if she’d only been pretending to care about me to keep me in line, I wouldn’t know how to handle it.
I’d never been jilted before.
Maybe it served me right. That didn’t mean I’d go down without a fight.
What in the hell was going on? “She’s been acting weird for a couple days.”
“She’s nervous for you, for all of us. She’s put a lot of work into boosting your image and you almost trashed it all over again with that Rocco comment.”
“I didn’t say shit. Just the truth.”
He snorted. “Didn’t Lily tell you to keep your cool and say decent things about the man?”
“I can handle my shit myself.” I kicked the locker this time, creating a buzz from the other players.
“Yeah, I see how that’s working out for you. Just let it go, man. She needs to blow off some steam.”
“What if she doesn’t come to the game?” The real question was whether she’d finally had enough of my antics. She was my good luck charm. With her in the stands, I’d played a hell of a lot better.
“Just play the goddamn game,” Pete said, obviously overhearing the conversation. “Stop acting like only your career is sitting onthe line. Prima donna shithead. Oh, please. Don’t turn into a werewolf.”
“How many times do I need to tell you to cut the crap?” Eric tossed out.
I was ready to punch him and that enforced the realization I needed her. Not just to improve my game or my image, but in my life. We’d indulged in nights of passion so intense we’d wrecked the sheets.
Yet we hadn’t mated.
Now I was a wreck of a human being, carnal thoughts driving every decision as well as the caustic words coming from my mouth. I’d blown it. I’d fucking blown it.
“It’ll all work out, dude,” Eric said as he grabbed his mask. “Buy her those flowers I mentioned a few weeks ago. That’ll smooth things over.”
“You don’t know Lily. She won’t fall for that trick again,” I muttered as I pulled out my phone, hoping she’d left a message, a text. Something.
The screen was blank.
I finished dressing, unable to get thoughts of Lily from my mind.
