Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,40
us, I want it to come from him.”
“But—”
“No.” My fingertips are burning to do my own looking. Yeah, I’ve scanned pictures of him. But his salary? That’s crossing a line and despite being curious, because how much do hockey players actually make… a slimy, icky, feeling slides through me.
No. I won’t check that out. I know enough to know the condo he lives in cost almost a million dollars if it was priced near Trent’s when he purchased it. That’s enough to give me a clue as to how successful he is.
“Paisley—”
“No. I can’t.”
She huffs back in her chair and pouts. “Fine. But we’re going out for drinks tonight and you’re not getting out of it.”
“You’re not coming to my place to stalk him.” I’m already guilty of doing the same. He doesn’t need my friends drooling over him, too.
“Well, no. But we can stop by and say hi?”
“You’re incorrigible.” Fortunately for her, I’ve already texted my friend Pippa and said I needed advice. “But Pippa and I are having dinner and drinks tonight at Nuvolé 22 if you want to join us.”
Nuvolé 22 is one of my favorite rooftop bars in the area. Bonus for me, it’s within walking distance from my place. Plus, since it’s over twenty stories high, there’s usually a nice breeze so even though it’s scorching hot outside, by the time the sun falls later, it should be a great night.
Plus, once I texted Pippa this morning declaring I’m having boy issues, she demanded a girl’s night to discuss.
Not that I’m complaining.
My head is completely twisted up with hockey players and babies, plus there’s the not so difficult reality of what that means for me with my family.
Outside of utter and complete disappointment.
Sigh.
“We’re meeting at seven-thirty,” I tell Maggie.
“I’ll be there.”
“Good. Now let’s get to work.”
“Right, like I’ll be able to concentrate now.”
You and me both, sweetheart. I spin my chair back toward my desk and awaken my laptop screen. “Try your hardest.”
Surprisingly, I spend the rest of the afternoon diving into research articles, getting lost in the fascination of the science behind the disabilities I’m studying and how it relates to how students with them can learn most effectively.
By the time I get back to my condo, I’m regretting texting Pippa and telling Maggie anything.
I’m exhausted. For a moment I consider texting the girls and having them come here instead.
But… the food.
I have yet to go grocery shopping and replenish my freezer selection meals.
I’m still unpacking my work bag and my lunch tote when a knock comes from my door.
Frowning, I head toward it and as I peek out the peephole, a spike of adrenaline and excitement races through me.
I open the door and Mikah is there, one hand on the doorframe, head peering down at me. He looks as tired as I feel.
“Hey—”
I barely get it all out before his hands are at my cheeks, and his lips are on mine.
He’s kissing me and oh sweet Jesus, it’s as beautiful as I remember. Possibly more. Because he’s said nothing but stopped over to kiss me and well, holy goodness gracious.
He pulls back abruptly, and I have to stop myself from falling into him. “I’ve thought about nothing but that all day and had to see if it’s as good as I thought it was last night.”
“Better, I think,” I say without thinking.
I’m rewarded with a dazzling smile and humor in his eyes. It’s possible he gets better looking every time I see him.
“Come have dinner with me?”
If it leads to more kisses like that? Yes. I’m about ready to speak when I remember. “I can’t.”
“Oh.”
“I want to.” I reach for him. My hand curls around his bicep and wowzers. He’s so built, it’s crazy. “I have plans with some friends tonight.”
“Tomorrow.”
This feels suddenly like it’s moving so fast. It’s still not been a week since the first time I talked to him. And there’s so much involved in this guy.
Still… those kisses.
“Tomorrow,” I agree and am rewarded with another smile. He’s so much more confident. Perhaps he always is. Perhaps it’s Angelo that makes him uncertain but even with that, he seems to be rocking it. And speaking of… “Where’s Angelo?”
Mikah unclips the monitor at his belt I didn’t notice before and holds it up. “Sleeping. I’ve been reading the book Hannah gave me. I’m working on the schedules it mentions. He seems to like it. Or, well, he sleeps better at night anyway. Six hours last night.”