![]() ![]() ![]() Ignoring him, I move into the aisle steps that lead down to the exit door. I stand abruptly, but I can hear Garrett snicker before whispering to Alex. You have twenty minutes to get dressed, pretty yourselves up, and get on the ice for the team photo.” I’m saved when Pretore says, “That’s it, men. ![]() “When she looked at you, the air was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. “Fucking liar,” Garrett says emphatically. “You and the new AT,” he says with a knowing look. Coach Pretore has finished with Vale’s accolades and is now going over our practice schedule, which has already been emailed to all of us. “There’s a story there,” Garrett mutters quietly as he leans his head toward me. Still the greatest mystery I’ll ever be faced with. Sexy as hell, but when they looked at me, not an ounce of warm recognition in them.Ĭhrist…I can’t imagine what could turn red-hot passion and love into a fucking iceberg within her. She’s conservatively dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a black Cold Fury polo shirt.Īnd those eyes…I could see their crystal clarity from up here. Her black hair still long, but in a stylishly sleek fall down to her shoulders. And so different than the last time I saw her. ![]() I can’t deny it, though, she’s still a goddamn knockout. ![]()
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