Page 16 of Break The Ice

Would I?

Get away from the two alphas mauling each other on the floor before I spontaneously come in my pants? Fuck yes. “Lead the way.”

The kitchen and dining room are at the front of the house. The open plan lounge takes up most of the other end. There’s three short corridors. One that ends with the stairway, another that travels across the house, dividing the rest of the house and the kitchen, toilet, and laundry, and the third leading from the lounge to the very back of the house.

“If you go straight down there, you’ll find our backyard. The corridor leads to a bathroom, toilet, laundry, and back through to the kitchen. This hallway leads to the upstairs where all the bedrooms are. I’ve got a room already made up for you.”

I get a bit skittish when he says that. Instead of going up the stairs, though, he goes to the side and opens a door I didn’t even know was there.

He disappears, but when I get in the door frame, I look down into darkness. I scowl, nothing is more sus than a basement when you are in a stranger's house.

“There are no wells down here and skin suits?”

Kit laughs and flicks on a light, leaving an almost clinical white staircase and room below. “There are suits, but I’m far too queasy to sew with skins.”

I descend, and my fear evaporates as I see the huge space that’s taken up with clothes, sewing machines, enormous desks, and racks of fabric.

“Wow!”

Kit smiles at me. “It’s my happy place.”

The rainbows and textures of fabrics would easily make this my happy place, too.

I wander around. There are suits, incredibly stunning corsets on mannequins, ball gowns, shirts, dresses, skirts, shorts, jackets. All of it just sitting down here.

“Do you sell all this online or do you have a store?”

Kit’s expression falls.

“KIT! Tell me you’re selling this stuff!” I almost shout. “It’s amazing!”

He looks away, and his cheeks turn a little pink.

“Why?” I ask. “It’s incredible. You are so skilled.”

I wonder if Kit’s obvious self-confidence issues are partly because his pack that isn’t a pack but secretly is a pack. That would mess with my head a lot.

I guess it messes with his, too.

“It’s just a side thing.”

I purse my lips as he turns away from me. “You want it to be more, though, right?”

“Well, I mean, yes. But it’s just Raider’s cousin Ryn is the new lead singer of Fate’s Desire, and she wants me to dress her. So I am doing stuff with it!” His defensiveness is cute, but then my mind boggles.

Fate’s Desire?

Holy crap and then some.

I know who they are. You’d have to be living in a box not to know who they are.

“Ryn is Raider’s cousin?”

Kit nods and points to a gold and black catsuit that is both provocatively sexy and modest.

I want it.

I don’t know where I would ever wear it, but I want it so hard. “That is beautiful.”

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