Page 147 of Ice Wolf
He bumped his head when scrambling from the Charger. “You are shitting me.”
“Nope. Rocco is being traded.”
“Well, shit. That sucks.”
“You two can play nice together and be all furry in your off time. But not on the ice. I’ll put my foot down.” He was on me in a flash, lifting me in the air.
“Not going to happen. Two wolves on the same team might be interesting.” As he eased me down, he narrowed those gorgeous eyes of his.
Which always made me swoon.
“What if there are three furry beasts vying for top dog?”
“Three? I don’t know another player in the league who’s a wolf.”
I gave him a funny look until those eyes opened wide.
“Steven?”
“Shush. Don’t you dare spill the beans.”
“Woo-hoo!” He pumped his fist in the air.
“Like I said. Shush. By the way. Since we’re confessing our sins. What happened to Damien’s face?”
“What are you talking about?” He already looked sheepish. In the three days since the spectacular Stanley Cup win on the ice, Damien had indeed been fired. I’d just happened to be driving by his office when he was being escorted from the building by security. “Let’s just say he appeared worked over by a big, bad, brutal savage. That wouldn’t happen to be you. Would it?”
He shrugged and the impish look told me all I needed to know. “I just had a formal discussion with him on the sins of fucking with my girl. I think he understood.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“So you keep telling me.”
“Why are we here?”
“Because I wanted to surprise you. Since we’re getting married, I thought you’d like to see every side of me. Just trust me.” As he wrapped his arm around me, walking us toward one of two buildings, I studied his profile. He was up to something.
The man was whistling and he never whistled a tune.
From what I could tell, the facility also included running trails. There were signs directing members to areas like Rabbit Hill and Foxhole Run. Catchy, but it did put a hitch in my mind.
What was the bad boy doing?
When we reached the building, he pointed to one of the benches. “Just wait right here. I’ll be right back. Promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
He spoke with a couple of guys as they were leaving, both dressed in Armani suits. I watched as one headed for a MercedesCoup, the other for a Ferrari. This must be an upscale club. Hmmm…
My hackles were increasing as seconds ticked. However, the good news of the day was that I no longer had hives. That’s what mating did for you.
And the man, correction, the wolfman had done so with bells on, filling me in way I’d never thought possible. I’d be sore for a week, but that didn’t bother me in the least.
Maybe my she-wolf was eager to come out and play.
Maybe four minutes later Saint returned.
Completely naked.
