Page 147 of Trouble on Ice


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"You feel it too?" Sully asks her.

"Yes. It's insane. They need to just bang and get it out of their systems."

"That is what I tell him, too."

"Um, we are standing here," Emmett says, looking at them both.

"And yet neither of you are talking," Sully adds.

"Maybe, just maybe, we don't want to have this conversation in front of other people."

"Or you're both chicken shit to talk about it," Sully pushes.

"Or I'm respecting Jo's wishes."

The elevator goes quiet.

"What does that mean?" Sully asks.

"It's none of your business," Emmett snaps.

"I told him I thought it was too complicated, and I didn't know if I could do it because of that. We have so many things against us. Why start something when it's going to hurt so many people?"

The elevator is silent.

Tears start to fall down my cheeks. This might be my most embarrassing moment, saying what was in my head out loud.

"Hey." Emmett grabs me and pushes me up against the wall. "Don't cry." He looks at me with concern as he brushes away the tears. "I get it. I understand. You're right. I have the same thoughts, but ..." His voice drops. "I can't stop thinking about you either."

I look up into those stormy green eyes through my tear-soaked lashes. "You can't?" I sniffle.

"No. I can't," he says softly, giving me a smile. "But I can't say your brothers wouldn't be upset with me."

"They would."

"They would kick my ass. As would my team. But it would be worth it if I got you in the end."

Thud. Thud. Thud. There goes my heart.

"Oh my god." Collette gasps.

That’s right, we aren’t alone. Suddenly the elevator jolts, and Emmett grabs me as we start moving again.

The crackle of the intercom comes through. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

And the next thing we know, we arrive at our floor.

"This is us," I say to Emmett as he moves away from me. I grab my bag and walk out of the elevator without looking back.

"Holy shit, Jo."

"Don't," I tell her as we continue down the corridor.

"Jo, that was like a romantic movie. He just declares his intentions, and you just walked out and didn't look back."

We stop at the door.

"What was I supposed to do?"