Page 108 of No Promises, No Lies

“Oh my God, aren’t you Colt King?” Blondie slurs out behind me.

He might be drunk, but Blondie isn’t wrong. Colt King himself does indeed sit next to me, a baseball cap pulled low over his face, which is doing little to hide the murderous expression in his icy blue eyes. His gaze is locked on the frat boy, as if daring him to make one more wrong move.

“Who I am is none-of-your-fucking-business and if you don’t get the fuck out of this section right now, kicked-out of this game is your best-case scenario,” Colt flashes his teeth, reminding me of a wolf, before I turn away to check Blondie’s reaction.

Frat boy’s eyes go wide and his hands go up in defense, spilling the rest of his beer all over himself as he scrambles to his feet. “Hey man, no need to get all worked up. I was just saying hi, is all.” He stumbles away.

Colt’s glare follows him all the way back to the section he came from and then, and only then, does he remove the arm he had wrapped protectively around me.

Meanwhile, the Breakers huddle up for a time-out at their bench, and I catch sight of Aidan’s eyes on us from ice-level.

“Thank you,” I breathe out, Colt and I have known each other a long time, but I’m still nervous, since I know he and Aidan hate each other’s guts.

I watch my defenseman warily, half expecting him to shoot off the ice and come up here skates and all to kill Colt for daring to breathe the same air as me.Ireallyhope he didn’t see Colt with his arm around me.

“Anytime,” Colt grunts out. Folding his arms across his chest and sinking into his seat, eyes on the ice.

When he doesn’t leave, I anxiously glance sideways at him as the Breakers line up again for the face-off. “Don’t take this the wrong way..” Colt lets out a grunt of amusement, but lets me continue. “I’m grateful for the save and all, but if Aidan sees you sitting next to me…”

Colt’s eyes never leave the ice, following the forward’s play on the first line. “Who do you think sent me?”He nods slightly toward the ice.

My eyes widen and I look between the Breakers’ injured center and my defenseman husband. Aidan returns Colt’s nod before dialing back into the game, checking Toronto’s right wing off his feet. “He—what? I thought—you guys hated each other?”

“We do. Your husband’s a right ass at the best of times,” Colt shrugs, his lips curving up into a heartbreakingly beautiful smile that I can’t help but return. “But he told me someone’s out to get you…hurtyou.” His dark eyes, blue like midnight, flicker my way for half a second before going back to the ice.

“So, you’re going to watch the game with me?”

He pats his knee, “Not like I got anything better to do.” His expression sours.

I cringe, “How bad?”

“Bad,” He grunts and my heart constricts. As athletes, we are always one wrong pivot away from a potential career-ending injury.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him.

“Nothing you did,” his face softens slightly before a mischievous spark lights up his eyes,“now, let’s see how much of a mess Aidan’s game is without his number one center on the ice, making it easy for him.”

I laugh, unable to help it. “Let’s do it.”

I offer him some of my popcorn. He growls at it before reaching in for a handful only a few seconds later.

I smile victoriously.

“Watch the game,” he grumbles before reaching in for another handful.

64

CONSEQUENCES

RORY

The door to our hotel suite clicks shut behind us. I barely have time to turn around before he’s on me.

“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice holds a dangerous undertone.

I open my mouth to answer, but his hands are already at my waist, pulling me toward him. The oversized jersey I wear—his jersey—bunches under his grip. I’d worn nothing underneath, knowing full well the effect it would have on him.

“Did I not specifically tell younotto wear my jersey to this game?” He growls, his hands tightening on the fabric. “Did I not go over the risks?”

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