Page 35 of At the Edge with You

When his eyes fall on me, I smile and then say to Skyye, “Why don’t you go through the series we just went over, and I’ll go talk to your dad?”

“You’ll take me on?” she asks, so hopeful, I’m breathless.

“Yup, you’re stuck with me,” I say, squeezing her shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

I skate toward the boards where the door is and open it with more force than I should have to. If the boards were replaced, then I wouldn’t have this problem.

Damn Jett.

I plaster on my customer-service smile as I step out onto the padding that needs to be replaced too. I’ll just add that to the endless list that I’ll fight Jett on. Dean’s smile steals my attention as I come up to him. To my surprise, he pulls me in for a tight hug. I’ve seen him three times now at the Belles’ games, so I’m unsure why he’s hugging me this time.

He pulls back, holding my biceps. His hands are big, warm, and when I look up into his blue gaze, gratitude swirls in his blue depths. “I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time.”

My lips curve into a real smile. “She’s a great kid.”

He nods in agreement. “She’s my world.” His devotion is beautiful.

Breathless, I say, “She wants to work with me, and I want the same, if that’s okay with you.”

He doesn’t even have a chance to answer me, though, as the rink door flies open, crashing into the wall. Before I can add that to my list of things that need fixing, my gaze falls ona very bare-chested, very angry Jett. He prowls toward us, his brows furrowed and his fists clenched at his sides. His chest is a masterpiece of all kinds of colors, and I want so badly to examine each part of him. I knew he was tatted, but hot damn, he’s a work of art. His chest is wide, thick, and even without the abs he had when we were younger, he’s mouthwatering. I tear my eyes from his chest to take in his shorts and his hockey socks that go up to his knees. He has no shoes on, and I don’t know why he looks like he’s about to lose his cool.

It isn’t until he reaches out, removing each of Dean’s hands, that I cock my head to the side.

Wait, does he not want Dean touching me?

Surely that’s not it.

But when Dean only laughs, shaking his head, he tells Jett, “Cool it, JT.” He continues to laugh, but Jett doesn’t, and I’m too shocked to move. “We’re talking about Skyye.”

“Don’t need to touch her for that.”

I gawk up at him and, without thinking, I ask, “Why does it matter if he touches me or not?”

Jett turns his heated gaze on me, his eyes searching mine. “Because I said so.”

Those four words send heat straight to my core. I feel a gush of wetness, and I’m breathless at the feeling. He says it like it’s so simple, though it’s anything but. I want to argue, but what the hell do I say to that? Not that I think I could actually form words anyway.

My eyes fall to his chest once more, like a perv, and I mutter, “Where is your shirt?”

His eyes don’t leave mine, but his lips curve just the slightest bit, like he’s fighting a grin. “Not on my body.”

I flash him a bored look. “Well, you need to find one. Your nipples are cutting glass.”

Jett full-out grins at me now, the tension so thick between us, a part of me wants to run and hide, while the other wants to drown in the emotions building between us. With a smirk that should be illegal, he says, “Hey, now. You can’t talk about my nipples if we can’t talk about yours.”

Dean sputters with laughter, and all I can do is gawk at Jett as he grins down at me, so damn pleased with himself.

Meanwhile, all I want to do is rub my thighs together.

What is he doing to me?

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

Jett

My unhealthy obsession with watching Fable on the west rink camera actually pays off when I see my so-called friend hugging her. I was in the middle of changing when Dean wrapped his arms around her. Unlike most women when it comes to Dean Moore, Fable didn’t seem very interested in the hug. Though, she never seems interested in anyone. I’ve watched guys try to talk to her, but she either looks away or just walks off. She only ever looks me in the eye, but she hasn’t smiled for me like she just did for Dean. The smile she flashed him made me want to agree to all her insane ideas just to be on the receiving end of her grin. It was real, and it was for him.

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