Page 5 of Daddies on Ice
Or at least I imagine her hair is silky. I haven’t actually touched it to be certain.
She has the most unique blue eyes, too. I’m not even sure how to describe them.
They’re dark, but not a midnight blue.
They remind me of jewels at the bottom of a river or something. Shiny, precious, but unreachable.
Because that’s what she is to me—unreachable.
Even were she to be interested in me, I’d have to turn her down. Trent would never forgive me if I dated his little sister.
Besides, Tish is not looking for a guy in her life. She’s focused on raising Becky.
I glance at the little girl happily coloring while lying on the floor. Her knees are bent, feet up in the air as she swings her legs back and forth and hums.
“It’s PR work, Trent,” Tish says, and I realize I’ve missed some of the conversation while I was lost in my thoughts. “It’s what I want to do. You know I’m only working—wasworking—as an accountant to pay the bills. This could be my big chance, a great first step into getting my own company off the ground.”
“And if it destroys you first?” Trent asks with a scowl.
Tish shrugs her shoulders. “Then maybe I should look for a different career goal.”
God, but the woman is amazing. She knows no defeat and sees everything as a challenge.
The ways she’s taken on raising Becky on her own shows her strength and determination, both of which I admire her for.
Damn, I have to stop thinking about her like this. I have to remember that she’s off limits and remember to treat her as if she were my own little sister.
I stand abruptly, looking at the time on my cell phone. “I gotta head out,” I announce. “I promised to meet Jake to work out, and I’m already running late.”
Tish unfolds her legs and stands from the chair. A lock of dark hair escapes the bun and falls across her shoulder as she walks over to me.
When she wraps her arms around me in a hug, I hesitate for just a moment before returning it, almost groaning aloud at how good—how right—she feels in my arms.
“Thanks again, Ash,” she says as she drops her arms and stands back.
I nod, toss a wave at Trent, then leave.
The Thunderwolves’ club is just a few miles from Tish’s place, so it doesn’t take me long to get there.
As captain of the team, I have my own designated parking stall, so I pull in then sit in my car for a moment.
When did I stop seeing Tish as a little sister and start seeing her for the beautiful and sexy woman she is now?
Even sitting in a pair of sweats and a ragged t-shirt, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy half-hazard bun, she was stunning.
She’s the type of woman who doesn’t need any makeup, but when she applies just a little around her eyes and throws on some lip gloss, the effect is devastating.
At least to me.
But it’s not just her looks that get me. It’s the whole package.
She’s a hard worker, a good mom, and she’s honest and real.
In my line of work, that’s hard to find. The puck bunnies that follow us are shallow and fake, and you can’t trust a word that slips between their painted lips.
For some of them, their goal is to sleep with as many hockey players as they can.
For others, they’re looking for a husband who will be able to give them a life of luxury and fame.
