Page 21 of Break The Ice

She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t really like eating mushrooms.”

No mushrooms. Adorable.

“Any allergies?”

She shakes her head and turns, walking away. I bite my knuckle to stop the groan as I watch her apple shaped ass wiggle its way up my stairs.

“Control, Callan, get yourself under control and stop thinking about mauling our guest.”

I retreat to the kitchen, wracking my brain over what I can make her. I decide to go with a simple bacon and rice risotto. While I’m cooking, Kit calls me on a video call.

“Hey, Kitten.”

He narrows his eyes. “We talked about that, Callan.”

I wink at him and sing under my breath as I taste the risotto. Mm, so good.

“How's practice?”

“Raider and Waraski are partnered this season, and they are really flowing. It’s a good thing Jacobs was traded. Waraski might be green, but he matches Raider’s energy.”

I stir the rice and look back at Kit.

“And Wren?”

“He’s taking center on the first line, with Evans as left winger and Hoffsfield on the right. They are a bit clunky, but I think things will end up working out. They just need to practice.”

“Mm, the game is this weekend, isn’t it?” I’m not as keen on hockey as the rest of them, though I do like the stats.

“Yep.” Kit pauses and flashes the phone at the ice so I can see Raider slam some poor fool into the boards. “God, I love it when he’s on the ice. He gets so demandingin bed.”

I laugh lightly. “What are you going to do when he retires?”

“How dare you, sir!” Kit spits three times and glares at the camera. “For that, you lose your viewing privileges.”

I snort a laugh as I get a closeup of Kit’s face.

“I’m so terribly punished.”

“Shut up, you.” Kit pauses. “How is she?”

“She’s just fine. She joined me for yoga, and we’re going to have a nice meal.”

Kit’s face goes slack. “Yoga?”

I hum and nod. “Bending, stretching, flexing.” I can’t resist teasing my poor alpha.

“I bet you didn’t even take the opportunity to look, did you?”

I dice some leek and wink at the phone. “I was occupied.”

“I’m jealous.”

“You’re watching them bash each other into perspex. How are you jealous?”

Kit looks away and winces. “Oh, shit.”

“What?”

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