Page 67 of Trouble on Ice


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"He dragged me out and told me I needed to have fun."

"Like I always tell you," Sully adds. Which earns him a glare. "Continue."

"And you know how I met a girl."

"The one who disappeared in the morning ...” He stills. “Fuck ... no ... no ..." Sully says, putting two and two together.

"Yep."

"Fuck." He runs his hand through his hair. "You're so fucked. If Pierre or Felix finds out."

"No fucking shit."

He nods, and I can see him processing the information. "How the hell did this happen?"

"Wasn't planned. We just randomly met out one night. We went home together. She disappeared in the morning, and I never saw her again until tonight."

Sully's eyes widen. "This explains so much."

"Right?"

"You know the rules."

"No shit, but I didn't know she was my teammate's sister when it happened. I went with the flow. Threw caution to the wind. And look what happened."

"You screwed your teammate's sister."

"Stop saying that. I didn't do it on purpose. What are the fucking chances?"

"Fuck."

"I know."

"And you want to do it again?"

"Yes. I mean, what? No."

"It's written all over your face." Sully smirks.

"She's off-limits."

"Doesn't mean you don't want her," he argues.

"I can't have her," I argue back.

"Yet you didn't deny you don't want her."

I stare at him. "Stop talking in circles. You're confusing me."

"You still think she’s hot. I know you haven't banged anyone since the summer, so ..."

"There is no 'so ...'" I remind him.

"No shit. You set the rules, Cap." He laughs.

"This isn't fucking funny.”

"It kind of is."