“Beckett gets around.” His abrupt remark stops me midglide. I turn to face him. “What?” “Just thought you should know.” Ryder absently drags his stick along the ice as he skates toward me. “He’s not exactly a one-woman kind of guy, and you don’t seem like a multiple-man kind of girl.” I tip my chin in challenge. “Who says I’m not? Maybe I’m all about casual sex and multiple partners.”
