Page 1 of On Thin Ice

Prologue

ALLY

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

I sat back on the toilet seat, but no matter how many times my brain said nope, that stupid word was still bold as hell on the stick.

Pregnant.

I dropped my head to the hand not holding the pee stick and took a deep breath.

What the ever-loving hell was I going to do?

My stomach clenched.

It’d been doing that a lot lately, which is why I’d finally taken a test. Being late was normal for me, so I hadn’t questioned it at first, but being two weeks lateandnauseous had me heading to my local drugstore.

I’d taken five tests.

Plus signs and that word were coming at me from every angle.

I sighed and reached for a saltine, taking a bite of the dry cracker.

Yup.

Pregnant.

How the hell had this happened? I hadn’t slept with anyone in months, and I definitely had a period during my last cycle.

Dom.

Ah, fuck.

Damn that man and his too-skilled tongue and everything else. Now I was knocked up by my sort-of ex, my brother’s former teammate—by a man that I should know how to resist by now.

Domenic Tremblay, former hotshot rookie forward for the San Francisco Strikers and current forward for the new Denver Stampede.

And the man I never should’ve slept with again.

Last summer, we’d hooked up after my brother’s wedding, and I’d said never again.Again.

But then I ran into him at Crash and Byrne, the Strikers team bar, in March when he’d been in town for a game against his old team. A few drinks and we were back at my place, making poor—but enjoyable—decisions.

Dammit.

I was a smart woman. I was on the Pill—and took it like clockwork—and we’d used a condom. Not that either of those methods is one hundred percent effective, but come on, that combo should’ve made it close.

I paused.

Maybe the condom had broken or been old.

Wait.

Shit.

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