Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,23
but he’s fed. You’re keeping an eye on him. He’s sleeping. He’ll adjust.”
“You keep saying that like you’re so sure of yourself.”
His uncertainty makes my heart ache. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Chapter Nine
Mikah
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She looks at me with such wide-eyed innocence it’s difficult not to lean forward and kiss her. Which is not like me. I’ve spent so many years focused solely on hockey and not much else that the reaction I have to this girl I don’t really know rattles me.
But I like the sight of her in my kitchen. Her leggings she threw on show off the curve of her hips and plump ass and the tank top does even better things to the top half of her body.
Still, she’s so beautiful, and the confidence she has in me makes me never want to disappoint her.
“It’s nice to hear someone so sure of themselves when I have spent days feeling not the same.”
I don’t like admitting to failing, especially to someone I don’t know. Byron told me to be careful with her. Which I understand, but I’m ignoring his advice. He and Hannah get much more attention than I do, and he’s had his name on gossip sites more than once claiming inappropriate behavior but it’s all trash. I’ve never seen a man who loves his wife and kids more than he does.
So when he said on Friday he was going to go over and have a few words with Paisley, I stepped in and stopped him. He’d scare the girl away. When Hannah returned, she was full of uncontrollable laughter, saying I had nothing to worry about. When she repeated to us her conversation, she had tears in her eyes when she explained how confused Paisley had looked at the mention of our team name.
Not a fan of sports or hockey.
What would life be like without it? It’s a concept I don’t understand, but there’s something appealing to that too.
Yes, I am ignoring Byron’s grumpy advice.
“How is he sleeping?” She sets down the wooden spoon and rests her backside against my counter.
Shame, because I really like looking at that part of her. Fortunately for me, the front side is even more impressive. Large breasts I imagine spilling from my hands. Trim waist. Beautiful, plump and pink lips. I’m so transfixed on this beautiful creature it takes me a minute to answer. Let me just pull my tongue back into my mouth so I don’t drool all over my floor first.
What’d she ask about? Sleeping. Us? Ha. No. She’s talking about the baby. Right. “Four hours at a stretch at night.”
“Well that’s good. Really.”
“It doesn’t feel good. He makes these noises and I’m waking up every time.”
She laughs quietly and her smile grows. “He’ll grow and that will get longer and you’ll get used to the noises. Is he in your room?”
“For now. Hannah and Byron ordered a bunch of furniture that will be delivered this week sometime. I have a tiny…” My brows pucker as I try to think of the word.
“Bassinet?”
“Yes, that small bed. He’s in that.”
I don’t know what else to say. I don’t want to tell her the shower she gave me time to take was my first one in days. I feel like a new man in clean clothes. I’m not used to talking about Angelo, or how much I like him and want him and how angry I am at Angela. I definitely do not want to talk about how utterly scared I am to leave him. What do I do with training? With traveling during the season?
Tomorrow, I have to call the nanny service Hannah gave me so I can start to get things figured out.
My eyes slide to Angelo, sleeping peacefully. The scent of the spaghetti sauce Paisley is cooking is incredible. For the first time in days, a tightness in my chest releases.
I like this. Her in my home, us both smiling at Angelo as he sleeps.
Before my mind can run away with stupidity, I change the subject.
“So, you know what I do. What do you do for work?”
This is a nice building. I can only afford it because of my last contract I re-negotiated and the growing interest in hockey in Charlotte. It helps we’ve made the playoffs the last three years in a row, and two years ago won the Stanley Cup Championship.
“I’m in graduate school getting my Master’s in Education.” As she speaks, she’s turned, stirring the sauce and she opens a cupboard which is filled