Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,76
Angelo ever knows. I don’t think I could have chosen better.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mikah
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I scrub my hair. Water from the shower slides down my back as I dry off. Practice was killer, but the ice is where I belong. For the first time, I had a hard time getting focused. I’ve spent little time not memorizing every inch of Paisley’s tanned skin late into the night lately. I know exactly where her bikini tan line hits at her hip even when it’s covered by clothing now. She has a freckle there, on her left hip, that I’ve spent much time kissing.
Too much Paisley first thing in the morning made me sluggish until I found my feet. Then I worked double, skated faster, slapped the puck harder, all to prove my father wrong.
I can have more in life than hockey and still be the best.
It sometimes still surprises me how much my father’s expectations spur me on even when I despise him for everything he is.
My shirt clings to my still damp skin as I tug it down and Sawyer comes up to me. “How’s it going?”
“Can’t complain. How’s Tessa?” Every time I think of her ex-fiancé, I imagine punching him in the face.
“Struggling.” Sawyer is Jason’s age, and at five years younger, Tessa is still older than me by years. I can’t imagine what it feels like to be screwed over by someone you hope to spend the rest of your life with. “Listen, Debbie and I are taking her out tonight. She hasn’t been out much. Want to show her the city. Make her maybe think of getting a fresh start. You in? Bring Paisley. She could use some decent friends in her life right now.”
“I’ll need to talk to her.” I’m thinking of Paisley and her freckle and what else we can be doing on a Friday night. Fortunately for me, Paisley and I have already planned a date. “I’ll call and let you know.”
“Sounds good. Thanks. And I swear, when we find that dick…”
“I know.” Sawyer figured out weeks ago the ex-fiancé is in Nova Scotia, but since then, nothing. When we finally do find him, the team will line up behind Sawyer to get their shots in. We’re family. Which means Tessa is family. Which means Will’s a dead man.
Now my only worry is Sawyer going to jail for murder as soon as he’s found.
We need him on defense. The regular season starts Monday.
I grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder. Gripping his shoulder, I give him a few quick shoves. “Be there for Tessa. She needs you. We’ll talk later.”
“Right.” His jaw is tight and I’m surprised nails don’t spit from his eyes with how pissed he looks.
I head out of the training facility and I’m almost to my SUV, phone in hand to call Paisley and keys in another when a woman steps around from the back bumper.
“Hey, Mikah.”
Her voice freezes every cell in my body.
Angela.
I can’t believe she’s here. I can’t believe I ever thought this woman with jet black hair, cut sharply at her shoulders, eyebrows in high arched points above her dark brown eyes and heavily done make-up is ever a woman I thought was beautiful.
She’s too perfect. Too done up. And clearly she enjoyed her Caribbean jaunt because her skin is deeply tanned.
I pull to a stop. Gaze whipping around our parking lot. So help me if there’s someone out there, watching this… or my teammates who are still more pissed at her than I am.
I, after all, have a son from her extreme selfishness.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard from Luke.”
He said he finally was able to get a hold of her to leave her a message to call him and also informed me she hasn’t done so yet.
“So what are you doing here?”
My body that froze at the sight of her is now on fire. If she was a man, I’d have my arm shoved to her throat and pressed against my vehicle until her face turns purple. Shame for me that I would never hurt a woman like that. The only time I lose my temper is on the ice and only when an opponent deserves it or starts something.
“I’d like to talk to you.”
I step toward her. She might see the way I want to rip her from limb to limb. For the lies. For the way she’s handling this because she moves quickly back on obscenely high heels to get out of my