“See?” Logan winks. “Gladiator.”
I gear up and get back on the ice. Logan keeps a hand on my elbow as I skate to the center. I turn back just in time to see Oliver holding my phone to his ear, grinning like a madman who thrives in the chaos.
I think it’s safe to assume Chase knows I’m not in the shower anymore.
I knockon the bathroom door after thirty minutes. She doesn’t usually take this long in the shower, unless she changed her mind and decided to soak in the tub instead.
The silence on the other side of the door stretches too long.
I knock again
And again.
By the third knock, an uncomfortable knowing settles in my gut. I push the door open.
Steam fills the room.
The shower’s on, but it’s empty, no sign of Erin nearby.
I step inside the stall and shut the water off. Then I turn, my jaw clenching at the breeze that blows in through the open window.
She jumped out of the fucking thing.
The. Little. Troublemaker.
I storm into the bedroom and grab my phone. I swear, this girl’s going to give me an aneurysm one day. I tap her contact. The call barely rings before it cuts off. I grit my teeth and dial again.
She declines the call a second time.
I wouldn’t test me if I were you, Bookworm.
I inhale, forcing myself to stay coolheaded and dial again. This time the call rings longer.
When she answers, I keep my voice controlled. “Where are you, sweetheart?”
“Night Owl is a little busy right now.”
I close my eyes. “Oliver, why do you have Erin’s phone?”
A deep, amused laugh rumbles through the receiver. “You know the rules, Pretty Boy. No phones on the ice.”
“What is she doing on skates?” I ask, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Giving us a lap dance,” he volleys back too quickly.
I let out a growl. Oliver laughs harder.
Prick.
“She’s getting out some energy. And to be perfectly honest.” His voice dips into his usual cocky territory. “She could use a new teacher. She’s a little wobbly but taking it slow. I’m happy to help, considering the fastest player in the league is...”
“Oliver,” I warn, tone clipped.
He chuckles, pleased with himself. “She’s trying to find her normal again. If you want her off the ice—fine. You know where she is. Come get her, Pretty Boy.”
He hangs up a second later.
I getto Great Lakes fast and am immediately told to gear up. I don’t argue, just head into the locker room, finding everything laid out for me.
