Page 85 of Break The Ice

I look back several times, but the crowd has folded in, blocking my view of the ice. I can’t see anything.

I miss being out there. I miss playing, watching, and talking about it.

We go outside and wait, the adrenalin ebbs. Raider and Wren appear after an hour. Their eyes light up when they see us. I rush to them and throw myself into Wren’s arms.

“Congratulations!”

Wren grips my cheeks and kisses me hard. “I’d stay here and do this all day, but we have to go. The team is right behind us, along with coach.”

Wren grips my hand and drags me towards where our hired car is waiting. We pile in and get back to the hotel in record time.

I twirl and spin, but Raider ends up picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder with a sharp smack to my ass.

“Who is she sleeping with?” Wren asks.

“Us!” Raider says. “She’s staying with us.”

I let out a giggle, but Raider slaps my ass harder this time.

Callan and Kit shrug. “We’re on the second floor.”

“We’ll stay until the team gets back, and then we’ll come to you,” Raider says and grabs Callan’s head and kisses him.

They turn and open a hotel room door and bring me inside.

“Now, you’re going to get naked and wait here for us. We’ll be half an hour tops,” Wren murmurs and kisses me again.

He smells delicious.

I moan and nod as they back away and leave me alone in the hotel room.

I go into the bathroom and take my time showering and using all the cute little shampoos and conditioners. Even though I want to touch myself, I resist, knowing it will only be better if I wait. I come out with just a towel wrapped around me, feeling a hundred times better. I look at myself in the mirror and smirk. Tonight, I’m going to have a good time with my alphas and just forget everything.

I’m humming and towel drying my hair when I hear the doorknob turn.

Yes! They’re back.

With a smile, I let the towel drop to the floor and take a step before my instincts kick in, screaming at me to wait. I hesitate, staring intently, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I take a half a step back, my eyes focused on the door handle. It’s turning really slowly. It hits the lock, and then slowly turns again.

Over and over.

Oh, god. I don’t have the phone. Where is it? Where did I put it?

My stomach twists and jumps. I’m frozen like a freaking deer in headlights, staring at the door handle go a quarter turn to the right and then a quarter back to the left.

Three breaths. Don’t scream.

I count them, and then I jerk down, snatching up the towel and wrapping it around me.

I feel so vulnerable without clothes. I continue watching in horrified fascination as the door handle continues to turn.

I know without question that the person on the other side of that door is not one of my guys. In fact, it’s most likely to be the one person I wish it wasn’t.

He found me again. That thought repeats louder and louder. With more terror in each pass. I hunch my shoulders and step back again, but I’m up against the wall.

I press a hand to my chest and wonder if it’s going to beat right out.

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