Page 34 of On Thin Ice

Darcy quirked her brow at me later that night. “I doubt that.”

“No. Seriously. I had the chance to tell my mom about Dom at lunch today and didn’t. I never told Ethan. And now Dom is in town, definitely already at the arena, and I’m making him keep this secret.”

Darcy pulled me into a hug. “Don’t beat yourself up. This isn’t easy for you. You want your ducks in a row.”

“My ducks have morphed into drunk squirrels again,” I muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m going to tell Ethan tomorrow. Yeah. Tomorrow. When Dom isn’t on the ice with him.”

“Yeah, you definitely missed your window for today. Just talk to Dom tonight after the game, figure some stuff out, and tell Ethan and your family later. They’ll be fine with it.”

I snorted.

“Okay, your parents will probably be fine with it, and Ethan will get over himself because you are the priority, not his overprotective caveman posturing.”

I barked out a laugh. “Seriously, why are hockey players like that?”

Darcy blushed. “Honestly, sometimes it’s kind of hot.”

“Oh my god, Darc. Your face is so pink. Yeah, I totally love that for you, of course.”

“It’s going to be fine. You’ll see. Now, let’s finish getting ready so we can head over to the arena. I don’t want to miss Jake’s warm-ups.”

I giggled, pointing at her. “Red. You’re so red right now.”

“Stop it. I’m just being a supportive girlfriend.”

“No. You want to watch him stretch his hips.”

“Stretching is important for hockey players,” she huffed but couldn’t hide her grin. “I can’t help it. He’s hot.”

“So is Dom. I guess I wouldn’t mind watching him stretch.”

“Now, who has a red face?”

“Shut up. My hormones have taken control of my brain. It’s them talking, not me.”

“Sure it is.”

My phone dinged with a text, and I glanced down to see Dom’s name.

“Look at that smile,” Darcy said.

“Shut it.” I didn’t glance up at her. She was probably smirking. Jake really was rubbing off on my bestie.

Dom: Still on for a late dinner tonight?

Dom: It’s still weird being here in the visitor’s locker room.

Ally: Yes. And I can imagine it is. Good luck tonight.

Ally: I mean, don’t actually win, but a tight game is fine.

Dom: I’m getting a goal just for you and Baby Girl.

Ally: So, is that two goals, or do we have to share one?

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