“So, is this hockey player worth your time? Be objective for a minute. Even though he grumbled about his parking space, do you think he’s a nice guy?” I sink back into my seat, thinking of the way Nathan stood up for me when Dominik ran his mouth. “The jury’s still out on that one. But my instincts are telling me he probably is.” “Tell me what he looks like,” she prompts. I bite my lip, immediately conjuring the image of Nathan looming over my desk, shower-damp and smelling delicious. Nathan gliding across the ice, somehow looking powerful and graceful all at the same time. Nathan washing
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