Page 144 of Ice Wolf
“I’ve got the posters and Magic Markers!” Vicky shouted as if my cheerleader.
I looked at her and sighed. What if this didn’t work?
“I’m trusting you. My son had never felt this way about anyone. I know my boy.”
Charlotte placed her hand on mine.
“He’s everything I never knew I needed,” I admitted.
“Let’s do this,” she said. “We have a drop-dead date for the wedding. All hands on deck. Now, boys. Now.”
Wedding. As I peered at the ice while the Zamboni machine worked its magic, I wondered what Saint must be thinking.
And just how much damage control I’d need to do.
Not with social media, but with the sinfully sexy hockey star who’d awakened my soul to new possibilities.
Including a love of the wild.
Saint
“You need to get your heads out of your asses, boys, or we won’t win this thing,” Coach Cavanaugh barked. While he was trying his best to keep the spirits up, I could tell by the look on both his and Jonathan’s faces that we were doomed.
Of course we were. I couldn’t hit a basketball with my stick if it hit me in the face. My anger was off the charts. The fact I’d almost sliced off a head when the puck had gone wild in the stands was something I’d never live down.
I couldn’t look at my team, but didn’t need to. I could feel their angry glares.
“We have one period left,” the coach added with sadness in his voice. “I need you on this, Savage. That’s what Lily would want.”
As soon as he mentioned her name, I bristled but knew he was right. She’d worked very hard to allow me to focus on the game and not my birthright.
Where was my Lily flower?
I found it impossible to think she’d want to get back together with him. But the photo was real. The kiss had appeared passionate.
However, when I was finished with the game, I planned on hunting down her ex. I’d toss him in the woods of the compound and see if he could handle the chase.
“It’s time, boys. Let’s do this.”
I nodded and waited as the others piled out. The moment I was on the ice, I tried to shake it off. Solving my personal problems on the ice had never been an issue before. Why now? Why her?
The answer was clear, but maybe one I needed to forget about.
Yet the ache remained burning a hole in my heart. I skated around the ice, doing what I could to shove the sadness into a locked box.
“Hey, tough guy. I heard your main squeeze two-timed you. Couldn’t happen to a nicer asshole.”
Hearing Rocco’s voice was all it took to snap me back into needing to kill something.
Or someone.
He was as good a choice as any.
I lunged toward him, tossing my stick on the ice. With seconds, we were both beating the shit out of each other, punches flying, one pitching the other across the ice.
We growled as if in competition and there was no doubt by the vibrations beneath our feet we could shift at any moment. I saw the same look of hunger in his eyes as I’d noticed in mine. We were both in need of settling down, mating the only hope we had of keeping our shit together to play this game the right way.
The snarls continued, drowned out by the shouts coming from all directions.
