Revolve (Off the Ice #3)

by Bal Khabra

“Why? Am I too much to handle? Never had a girl that could put a skate to your throat?” His dimple appears. A fucking dimple. “Never, but I think I’d enjoy anything you’d do to me.”

“Thought so.” I smirk. “Maybe if I toss a puck on the ice, you can chase after it like a good boy.” A glint returns to his eyes. “Is that what you want? For me to be a good boy?”

“I’m flattered.” “Don’t be,” she says. “I’ll bruise your fragile ego.” “You’d do a lot more damage than just a bruise, baby.” She raises a brow. “Are you flirting with me?” “Yes.” I grin. “Is it working?”

“See you around, Romanova.” “Walk into traffic, Donovan,” she says in a singsong voice, tossing a razor-edged grin over her shoulder.

“You are so much more than your scars.” He presses a kiss on the scar on my head. “So much more.”

Indignation bleeds into my words. “Yeah, those refs hate me.” “I’m sorry. I know how much this game means to you.” Not as much as you do. “I’m used to it.”