Page 9 of Daddies on Ice
“Yes, and I actually look forward to it.” When he raises that eyebrow again, I explain. “I’ve never really been anywhere, so this job would give me the opportunity to visit some places.”
“You would be traveling with the team. I don’t provide separate transportation for PR since they need to be with the Thunderwolves at all times to try and keep them out of trouble and to deflect the press.”
“I understand.” The way he’s talking, it sounds like he’s going to hire me, and excitement builds in my chest.
My stomach churns a little with anxiety, but that could also be from all the snacks I ate earlier when Trent and Ash were at my place.
“Your daughter can come with you if you don’t want to make other arrangements,” he says. “I take my granddaughter with me, so maybe the two can become friends.”
“That would be great.” I would love it if Becky could make a new friend, especially while we’re traveling. Since it’s not something we usually do, I’m not sure how she’s going to react to being on the road and around so many people.
Carl leans forward, grabs a folder, and slides it across the desk toward me. “Fill out the paperwork and turn it into human resources up at the front of the club. We leave in six days.”
I take the blue and gold folder with the team’s emblem of a silver wolf mid-howl and blue lightning cracking behind it.
By the time I look up, Carl has returned to working, shuffling papers around.
“I…thank you,” I manage to get out.
He doesn’t look up, just waves a dismissive hand.
Okay, then. I guess the meeting is over.
I stand, adjust my purse strap over my shoulder and tuck the folder into one arm, then leave.
My thoughts are so consumed with this new challenge and responsibility, that I don’t pay attention to where I’m going, which is why I’m so surprised when I crash, literally, into a hard chest.
Two strong arms reach out to steady me and I look up. And up.
Into the most gorgeous pair of green eyes I’ve ever seen.
My heart stops then starts pounding against my chest as my mouth grows dry.
I know who this is. Jake Sorenson.
The one guy both Trent and Ash have repeatedly warned me about.
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Now who is this beauty, and why does she look familiar? And why is she looking at me with surprise, or is that…horror?
I reach out to steady her and nearly fall into her dark blue eyes.
Damn, but she’s got some sexy eyes.
Too bad they’re wide with fear.
Why is she afraid of me?
I mentally shake my head. Women have all kinds of reactions to my good looks.
Granted, they don’t usually look at me as if I’m a monster ready to rip their heads off. But more than a couple have fainted in my presence.
Reluctantly, I lower my arms. “Want to get a cup of coffee?” I blurt out. She blinks owlishly at me. “It’s the least I can do for nearly plowing you over.”
She doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t chuckle or giggle. What’s up with that? Women always laugh at my corny jokes. Maybe I should buy her a drink just to calm her down.
