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that ice.
    A few of the parents were chatting, and I looked over to see Kane talking with a dad. His eyes drifted over to me as he shook the man’s hand and nodded. My heart jumped hard as a smile spread across his face and his body shifted as the conversation ended. When he came over to us, my heart began to run wild, thumping and banging around in my chest, knocking the air from my lungs. But, I swallowed hard, hoping like hell to calm the evil lusty creature to a dull roar.  
    “What did you think?” He glanced over at Sky, giving her a nod and nothing more in those green eyes, just as he looked at Jordan and the other guys. When his eyes turned back to me, they sparkled with the rays that broke through the glass and shifted down to my hands.
    Flames engulfed me as I wrapped my arms around my chest, trying not to look so uncomfortable. With wearing his jacket, the longing to have his arms around me washed through my body and heat wrapped around my spine. Evil lusty creature popped her head up, pushing the air back out of my lungs again, and I pushed her right back down in the dungeon to hide out for a while.
    Pushing my shoulders back, I picked my chin up and off the floor enough to stop looking at the perfectly proportioned body he had. “Um … I didn’t understand a lot of it, but it looked pretty … not safe.”
    A deep laugh vibrated through his throat and entered through my body, trailing my spine for easy access to spread through my limbs. “It’s no different than football. Here, you’re just on ice instead of grass.”
    “That kid fell hard.” Ugh … what a dumb thing to say. When the one boy fell, he slid across the ice, but jumped right back up and went on his way. Nothing screamed that he actually hurt himself during any of the plays. But I had no idea about this sport. Joe never once watched it, so I didn’t have to know anything about it.
    “As it would from getting tackled.” He glanced over at Sky as his eyes changed back to nothing but a person looking at a child. “What did you think?”
    “It was pretty cool.” Her cheeks darkened as she stepped closer to my side. At twelve, she was damn near as tall as me and I guessed that she would be a tall woman when she was fully grown. The guys were going to be after her, and I was not sure what to do about that. I never was promiscuous when I was younger, so I had no idea what my mom would have done. My sister wasn’t like that, either, as far as I knew, but then again, we didn’t get along too much and she was hardly ever home or around when I was awake.
    “That’s why I brought you both some jackets. I couldn’t let my viewers freeze, now could I?”
    A little gasp came from her as she went to say something, but the shield of defense came up and she shied away, practically burying her face into my back.
    “I’m just picking on you.” He chuckled as he turned his look back at me. Then, his smile slowly faded and the seriousness filled his handsome and flawless face. “She will be safe here, and I will be keeping an eye on her. I would rather her sit in the penalty box, and she can work on homework or watch. That way she will be close, safe, and the only way in or out is by the ice side of the arena.”
    “Wait…” I held my hand up, the anger gushing through my body. What kind of sick person would stick a child in a box for a couple of hours? This was a twelve year old girl. “You want to stick her in a box? I don’t think so, you sadistic ba—”
    “The box is where players are sent to when they get a penalty against them such as high sticking or slashing another player. It’s not a box, box. It’s the glass box that is on the other side of the rink.” His arms folded over his chest, pushing out those biceps that I could barely fit my hands around, and his chest with the fabric molding to the solid sheet of steel underneath. There was more to him than what was on the outside. And I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or