Page 113 of Ice Darling
“Oh.”
I pause and hesitantly offer, “Do you want to come? Gordie and my mom are coming too.” I clear my throat. “I invited Brennon.”
“Okay, why not,” she agrees with a shrug. “I’m free anyway.”
Turning, I pump a fist.Nice.
When I turn back around, I meet her pretty brown eyes. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
Her eyelids flutter.
I backtrack. “Or I can take you home.”
“There’s nothing much to do at home.” She motions to me. “What movies are you into?”
I put the dishes in the sink to soak. “I’ve seen my fair share of every version ofCinderella,The Little Mermaid, Frozen…”
She scrunches her nose. “I asked aboutyou,Renthrow. What movies doyoulike?”
It’s been such a long time since I’ve turned on a movie just for myself that I honestly don’t know how to answer that. “I’m not sure. I was never the movie type.”
“Do you watch TV?”
“I watch hockey games and cooking shows. It relaxes me.” I could sit and watch someone cook a meal for hours.
“Let’s do that.”
I spin around. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“We can watch a more grownup movie. Something with action and explosions.” I glance over her tank top and jeans. “And motorcycles.”
She shakes her head. “We’ll watch a cooking show. Consider it my repayment for the meal.”
I lift a brow. “I don’t need to be paid.”
“Then consider it a tip.” She’s got a teasing smile on her lips, and I can’t help but give in. Cordelia shifts in her seat. “Can I borrow something to change into before I sit on your sofa? I’m a little grungy from work.”
“You have anything against Hello Kitty?”
She squints her eyes. “If that’s all you have…”
I laugh at her expression. “I’ll see what I can find.”
In my room, I ransack my closet for something that’ll suit her when I spot my team memorabilia. It’s a sweatshirt with my number and name in big letters across the back.
“I shouldn’t.” I shake my head and reach for a simple gray shirt instead. However, that sweatshirt keeps calling my attention, and I take a chance.
Cordelia is nonplussed when I hand her the clothes. I point her to the bathroom to change, and she returns a few minutes later.
The moment I catch sight of her in my clothes, I can’t move. The size difference makes the shirt fit more like a dress, hitting mid-thigh. The sleeves swallow her slender arms whole. With her big, pure eyes and short black hair, she looks like a dream come to life.
And then she turns around to give me a 360 view.
My heart stops for a full second.
Seeing Cordelia wearing my name on her back feels like a dangerous shock. The kind of shock that turns a man into an addict.
