Page 3 of Holiday Power Play

“If that’s what it’ll take to get you to move it from my parking.”

“It isn’t your parking,” I almost scream out in frustration. But I keep my cool. Because this entitled, ridiculously handsome but very stupid boy willnotwin.

He shakes his head. “I was hoping we could do this the nice way.” He reaches into his pocket and fishes out his phone. He looks up at me through dark lashes, “Last chance, neighbor.”

“I dare you to call them,” I grit out.

“Suit yourself.” He dials a number and brings the phone up to his ear as he turns around and gives me his back. It’s a nice back–strong and coiled muscles stretch out the shirt he’s currently wearing.

The guy obviously works out. Not that I haven’t noticed before. I’ve watched Trevor play. He’s really good. Especially at checking the other players into the boards and landing him a seat in the penalty box. His team loves his tenacity–I should know–my brother won’t stop talking about him, along with the rest of Houston.

But what I can’t stand is how cocky and entitled he is. Especially after the little stunt he pulled recently. A little stunt that I personally know the consequences for.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He turns to look at me from over his shoulder, but doesn’t stop. “Hello, yes. I’d like to report a vehicle illegally parked in a reserved parking.”

“You’re going to regret that,” I say, checking my nails as he continues.

“Uh yes, it’s an ugly silver sardine can on wheels with the license plate number…” he pauses to read the plate, then looks at me, before spelling out “I-C-E-Q-W-N.”

“It’s Ice Queen,” I say, remaining bored by his show of strength.

He shakes his head. “Yes, how long before you can get a truck out here?”

I roll my eyes. He probably didn’t even call anyone.

“That’s perfect. Thank you, John.” He hangs up and turns back to me.

“Hope you like walking,” he says with a wink, then steps onto the grassy patch between our two town homes and disappears into his house.

“What a knob,” I say to myself, shutting the door to my house and locking it. He didn’t call anyone.

I go back to my room where I pull out my phone to shoot a text to my brother. But he’s already beat me to it.

Vance

You all packed up for a Hallmark Christmas in the mountains?

Me

Depends… were you ever going to tell me that your teammate moved in next door?

Vance:

???

Me

Don’t play dumb. I know you know.

Vance

I don’t keep track of all my teammates and their dwellings, Lana.

Me

You would if they were your favorite teammate. He’s a total dick, by the way. He just pretended to call a towing service to get me to move my car.

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