Page 14 of Melting the Ice

“Since you were kids, huh?”

“Yeah, and now we’re together. It’s crazy but wonderful.”

“Yeah, I bet,” I said. “Micah’s my brother’s best friend. I’ve known him forever and have probably been annoying him since day one.”

Harper chuckled. “I knew I’d like you. So, has he always been so…” She trailed off.

It was my turn to laugh. “Pensive, quiet, intense?”

“You couldn’t even wait until we got here?” someone asked from behind me.

Harper shrugged. “You were taking too long. Had to go downstairs to give your man a kiss and everything.”

“She’s not wrong,” a blonde woman said with a laugh.

“Victory kisses are important,” the first woman huffed. “Hi, I should introduce myself. I’m Cora Monroe, and I’m dating Nate Talbot, the captain. And this is Anna Martin,” she said, gesturing to the blonde. “She’s an amazing baker, and, oh yeah, she’s dating Nick St. John, one of the forwards.”

I shook Cora’s hand, then Anna’s. “Nice to meet both of you.”

“Grab a drink, ladies, and let’s get some dirt on Micahtron,” Harper said.

I really shouldn’t have laughed, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Come on. Simone saved a table for us,” Cora said, leading us through the crowd just as a cheer rose up in the bar.

I turned to watch a bunch of gorgeous men in suits walk in.

“Gotta love a game day suit,” Cora said softly.

“No kidding,” I murmured, spotting Micah as soon as he stepped into the bar. I swore my brain short-circuited around him.

His gaze met mine, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he made his way toward me.

“Hey, Hurricane.”

His voice rolled over me, sending sparks in every direction more than it should have, and I tamped down a shudder.

“Hurricane, huh?” Harper said with a chuckle. “Yeah, we need all the stories.”

Micah turned to glance at Harper. “Whatever she told you is not true.”

“Sure, sure, Micahtron,” Harper teased. “And she hasn’t told us a thing. Yet.”

I was so happy that I’d found him at this bar a few days ago. This was going to be fun.

Chapter 4

MICAH

Ibit back a groan.

“You done yet?” I muttered to Josie an hour later, nudging my shoulder into hers. We were all squeezed in around a table, and she was too close to me, but I wasn’t going to leave her alone with my friends and their girlfriends. If she was going to share stories about me, I needed to know what they were and when to cut her off.

Fuck, she looked good in my jersey and her little pom-pom toque, her purple hair in waves over her shoulders. I kept getting a whiff of the slightly spicy scent of her shampoo that filled my nose every time I stepped into my damn shower. This away trip starting tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough. I needed a breather—stat. The guilt I felt every time I wrapped my hand around my cock and thought about her in the last few days was brutal but not enough to get me to stop.

I should’ve told Ray that Josie was staying with me. We’d never kept secrets from each other. Not that he’d asked me about her when we texted back and forth a few times yesterday after I’d finished eating the delicious dinner Josie had made.

Fuck. I was going to hell. Maybe I was already there.

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