Page 107 of Ice Mechanic

“I’ll read at home!” April blurts.

I laugh at her startled expression.

April stands too fast and nearly trips on her dress. I steady her with a hand to her elbow and release her just as quickly. When her back is turned, I scoop out a few more sweets for her and follow her to the parking lot.

I say nothing as I take her home and she seems uncomfortable with the silence, sending me constant looks as if she’s trying to figure me out. More than once, I notice her open her mouth and then slam it shut.

When I finally get her home, I offer her the sweets and send her off with a wave. “Tell May I said goodnight.”

A furrow between her brow, she opens the door. “Uh, yeah. Goodnight.”

I watch her scramble to her front door and, in the quiet of my car, I whisper, “See you tomorrow.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY

APRIL

May grillsme about the date with Chance as soon as I get home, but I’m too exhausted to do a blow-by-blow of the night’s events. Honestly, I’m not surewhathappened in that library.

At first, Chance and I were arguing…

And then we were kissing…

And then he was whisking me into a transformed gazebo ripped straight out of some magical wonderland…

And then… he… threatened me?

What exactly have you set your mind to do?

You’ll see.

Those cryptic words haunted me even in my dreams.

Now I’m awake, the sun is pouring through my window and I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, totally puzzled.

Chance McLanely is a determined man. No one getsthatgood at a sport—at anything really—without a single-minded dedication, bordering on obsession.

As someone equally obsessed with her career, I’m well aware of the downfalls of that kind of mindset. When I encounter a problem with a car, I don’t sleep or eat until it’s solved.

I can’t imagine what Chance has up his sleeve, but I know it will be just as intense as his playing on the ice. It was hard enough resisting himbeforehe made liking me his primary objective. I don’t know how I’ll survive this.

Suddenly, my bedroom door bursts open and May barges in. Her ponytail swishes behind her as she marches around my bed.

“April, you need to get upnow!” My sister bounces to the windows and throws the curtains back.

I wince at the dangerously bright sunshine. Groggily, I demand, “Unless someone’s dead or something’s on fire, close that window and let me go back to sleep.”

“Get. Up.”

“What time is it?”’

“It’s seven thirty.”

“What? It’s so early!”

“You need to get dressed and go to the garage. Rebel’s already down there doing the intake process, but she’ll need help.”

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