Page 7 of Ice Palace Prince
Chapter 4 - Lowell
Ileaned against the wall outside Sean’s office and growled under my breath.
Why was it impossible for me to talk to him without getting flustered? I just wanted to hold a conversation like a normal human being, but as soon as I was around him it was like all semblance of a functioning adult disappeared and I was left grasping for anything to discuss.
Of course all the available spots in the village and the civic center had been claimed quickly. The winter market at the village was one of the hottest tickets for local businesses, and the major reason for that was because it made shopping easy for locals and was well-run.
I didn’t need to be parroting Sean’s own talking points back to him.
God, how had I ever managed to face him in debate practices? He probably thought that I partied away any brain cells I had during college.
I would bet that he’d been glad when I left, so that he wouldn’t have to carry the entire conversation by himself.
“Oh, Lowell!”
I glanced up to see Elaine standing a few feet away where another hallway intersected the one I was in.
“Hi Elaine,” I said.
She grinned. “Come up to talk to Sean?”
I nodded. “We’re clear for crews to start decorating.”
She clapped her hands together. “Fantastic!”
Then her smile faltered as she studied me. “Is everything ok?”
I forced a smile. “Fine.”
She sighed. “You know you can’t lie like that with me. How about you try again.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “It’s nothing really. I just think I annoy Sean.”
She was silent for several seconds, then burst into laughter. “What makes you say that?” she asked, wiping away tears.
I scowled, annoyed by the way she was laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh both of you are so oblivious it hurts.”
I growled, in anger rather than frustration that time. “What does that mean?”
She waved her hand in front of her face, still chuckling. “I can promise that you don’t annoy him.”
“But…”
She shook her head. “I can prove it. Just go in there and ask him to be your date for the opening ceremonies.”
I glared. “Now you’re just being mean. Everybody knows he prefers female alphas.”
She tilted her head to one side, her laughter dying out. “Where in God’s name did you get that idea?”
“What do you mean? I thought everybody knew that.”
She sighed. “Maybe it’s time you reconsider the source of that information…”
I was about to ask what she meant, but she wandered off, shaking her head.
Who was a better source than the person who’d been dating him?
