Page 39 of Ice Me Baby

Through my laughter, I somehow manage to say, “You guys are squishing me!”

They chuckle and release me. Laughter shining in their eyes. Taz tilts his head and asks, “You feel better?”

I nod. “Much better.”

Vicy yips and says, “Good because you are going to sing another song, and we get to pick which one this time.”

“I just got done singing,” I whine.

Taz rolls his eyes while he scrolls through the song choices. “You know you had fun. Just one more song.”

Huffing a sigh, I relent. I am having fun. It’s nice to forget about the crazy waiting for us for a little while; I think everyoneneeded a good laugh. “Fine, I suppose I can sing one more. Why do you get to pick?”

Vicy’s face turns mischievous as he says, “Just because we are Oli and Lewi’s wing men doesn’t mean we can’t help you out a bit too.”

I look down at the screen, but I don’t have enough time to protest before the song starts to play. Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams blasts through the speakers, and I have seconds to start the first few lines.

Glaring at the guys, I sing. Assholes. When I look toward the team, I see several of them trying to hold back laughter. My eyes drift to Oli and Lewi, and I didn’t realize their eyes could even get wider. But their mouths are hanging open as shocked eyes meet mine.

Well, I’m already singing, may as well get into it. I send them both a wink, and Oli is the first to recover. He shakes his head with a smirk and sends me a wink back. Lewi, on the other hand, still seems too shocked to do anything.

I can’t tear my eyes from the two men as sing. The beat drops, and I repeat ‘I get dirty thoughts’. With each line, I see Oli’s eyes darken and his smirk get wider. I can’t meet their eyes anymore, so I look at the other guys as the song draws to an end.

My cheeks flame, and I give them a bow before heading back to my seat. I am done singing for the night. The moment my butt hits the seat, Oli leans over and whispers, “You sang beautifully.”

“Thank you,” I whisper back.

Taz clears his throat, and all eyes land on him as he gestures to the crowd. “I think it’s only fair that the mysterious man himself gives us a show tonight.”

Whoops and hollers explode around me as my gaze lands on Lewi. And I find him already looking at me. It appears a battle is being waged but, eventually, he huffs and stands from his chair.

“One song,” he grunts.

Vicy grins and hands him a mic. “Promise. Only one song.”

Taz and Vicy jump off the stage and take seats across from me at the table.

“You don’t sing backup for him?” I ask.

They both shake their head, and Vicy says, “You’ll understand why in a minute.”

When the song starts, my eyes are jerked to the stage. It’s not a song I would have picked for Lewi. Ghosts by Nathan Wagner begins, and my jaw drops when he opens his mouth to sing. His voice is smoky and deep. His eyes meet mine and, in that moment, it’s like he’s singing this song directly to me.

Chapter Sixteen

Dean ‘Lewi’ Lewis

Ten minutes earlier...

She looks like she’s having a blast up there with Vicy and Taz. Not gonna lie, I’m a bit envious of how easy it has been for them to bond with her. They don’t seem to care what she thinks of them as long as she’s having fun and laughing.

They tell her it’s her turn to sing now, and I see hesitation cross her face, but she eventually gives in. They have a way ofbreaking someone down until the person does as they ask. They are stubborn and determined. The song she chooses isn’t one I would expect from her. I could see her picking a happy and upbeat pop song. But instead, she picks a country revenge song which makes me smirk.

I think she takes us all by surprise the moment she starts to sing.Holy shit.My jaw drops. The woman couldn’t be any more perfect. She had me sold on her personality alone. Any man who tells you personality doesn’t matter is a fucking liar. Her looks are a bonus, plus she skates. That’s too many checkmarks for just one woman.

I can tell the moment she gets into the song because she sings from her heart. She’s no longer worried about the audience. Instead, she puts everything into belting out the lyrics.

Mac bumps my shoulder. “Damn, she can sing.”

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