Frozen Over (Seattle Scorpions, #2)

by Ruth Stilling

“I’ll take whatever pieces you can give me today, and I hope that one day, I’ll have enough to make you whole.”

“Call it what you want, Zach. Just don’t piss my wife off. I said you’d be taking her, and she’s excited.” I quirk a brow from behind my hands and eye him. “Wife?” He smiles sweetly. “For all intents and purposes, yes. Plus, I’m kind of addicted to saying it.”

Felicity So, Jon’s been talking shit. I swear to God, he fancies himself as some sort of dating agent. Me Huh? Felicity My crazy fiancé. He seems to think you two are destined. Kate Can I just step in here and say that Jon was a fuckboy twelve months ago. Set eyes on Felicity and chased her until she fell head over heels. He now thinks every relationship is like this. I laugh, hard. Felicity There are no lies in the above statement.

“You’re wise. Take it from a more experienced woman. Men break your heart in exchange for sex.”

“Okay, Rocket.” He kisses that spot once more. “What’s so special about there?” I point to where he kissed. His eyes shine with warmth. “I know I shouldn’t have one and don’t tell the others, but it’s my favorite freckle.”

“From what I hear, Amie, it's highly likely there will already be one, or maybe several jerseys, you’ve worn framed and on some random stranger’s walls.” Leaning back in my seat, I take a sip of the champagne I decide I need after all. “It must be hard to keep track.” “I think I might be in love,” Kate announces, a proud smile spreading across her face. Turning back to Amie, she points toward the exit. “Best get chasing those jerseys.”

“So, you have no plans to settle, like at all, ever?” Jon asks, clearly struggling to get his head around Jensen’s logic. He shakes his head. “Nope. Sounds like a whole lot of trouble and heartbreak to me.” “Well, this is fucking cheerful when we’re picking out suits for my wedding.”