Page 30 of Ice Me Out
I nod. “Yeah, I don’t mind having the place to myself for a few hours, anyway. I could use some quiet time to collect my thoughts. And besides, where would I even go? All I have is this t-shirt and boxers I stole from your dresser and my chopped up wedding dress.”
Luke looks me up and down. “We can go out and get you a couple of things. I don’t have a ton of money, but we can at least get you one outfit or two. My NHL contract has a signing bonus, but I’m not going to get it until I show up for summer training next year. If I had that, I could do a lot more to help you.”
I can’t help but think that if our father hadn’t profited from my hard work, I would be able to stand on my own two feet without a problem. At least financially.
My concerns must show on my face, because Luke pulls me into his arms again. “Hey, hey. You aren’t alone, Bexie-Boo. I’ll do everything in my power to help you get your life back on track.”
I look into my brother’s eyes. “What have I done to deserve you, Luke? You would be absolutely justified if you told me to fuck off.”
“Bex,” he scolds me. “You’re my twin sister. You’re a part of me. You have no idea how lost and broken I felt without you. I’m so happy to have you back. Together, there’s nothing we can’t achieve. We’ll find you a place, a job and fuck it. Maybe even a new boyfriend. Someone much better than Kurt fucking Priestly.”
My laugh comes out sounding more like a snort. “That wouldn’t take a lot of effort, to be honest. Not choking me and leaving me unconscious the night before our wedding should be quite easy to do.”
Luke’s scowl deepens. “That fucker. Wait until we play Bridgeport. I’ll slam him against the boards so hard that it’s gonna leave an outline of his shape like one of those fossils you can find sometimes on the beach.”
That would make me laugh, but I don’t want Luke to get into trouble because of me. “Luke. You promised. Stay away from Kurt as much as possible.”
He rolls his eyes. “I know. But a guy can hope, right? Guys like him are a shame to the entire male species. He’s such a douche even on the ice. I don’t know what his fucking problem is . I bet my first three years of NHL’s salary that he has a small dick.”
This time, I laugh so hard that tears collect in the corners of my eyes. “I’m not saying this just because I hate him after what happened between us, but he actually does. I’m not an authority on dicks. I’ve only ever seen Matthew’s a couple of times. But he was much bigger than Kurt.”
Luke slams his fist on the table. “Ha. I knew it. Aside from how pathetic a man who hits a woman really is, he didn’t even have the decency to try to take care of you. You can do heaps better than him, Bex. And I'm going to help you find an amazing boyfriend.”
The idea of having a boyfriend, of being in love, is like a dream. “And who are you?” I tease my brother. “The boyfriend whisperer?”
Luke gasps with mock outrage. “Excuse you, sis. I’ll have you know that my douche detector never fails. And if you let me vet your dates, I can guarantee you, you won’t go wrong.”
I think about it. “Ok. What’s the worst that can happen? I would really like to date and have some fun while I search for Mr. Right.”
Luke winks at me. “If you want to find love, you have to abide by the same rule I followed until it led me to Shane.”
“Hmm, I don’t know about that. I just left Dad’s house and his dozens of rules. Maybe I should just play it by ear.”
He explains himself. “Well, luckily, all I have is just one rule. The six, six, six rule.”
I’ve never heard of it. “Come again?” I ask, confused.
“It’s very simple,” Luke reassures me. “More than a rule, it’s really a standard. And it’s about some minimum requirements for your Mr. Right. He should be at least six feet tall, have a six inches dick, and six figures in his bank account. If he lacks any of these three requirements, you move on.”
“Luke!” I snort. “You can’t be serious.”
His lips curl into a knowing smile. “I’m as serious as a heart attack. I’ll have you know that Shane fits all of those minimum requirements. He actually exceeds the dick size one. He’s more like a very generous seven inches.”
Heat rises to my face. “Seriously,” I groan. “You can’t say this stuff to me. Now, every time I see your boyfriend, I’m gonna picture his dick.”
Luke hugs me tight. “It’s ok. You’re my twin sister, I’ll allow it. So, do you agree? If he doesn’t have the six, six, six, he’s a no go.”
My brother is crazy, but I guess some guidance can’t hurt. “We have a deal.”
Chapter8
Unwanted
Connor
I’ve never been much of a party guy.
When I had a girlfriend, I preferred to take her on a date; or stay in and watch a movie and chill together.
