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“Just because a guy fills out a hockey jersey well doesn’t make him hot,”
“Well, I’m Reed Darling. Now the stranger has a name.” “You could still be a danger, Reed Darling.” “I promise I’m not a danger to you.”
“Only when my damsel-in-distress radar goes off.” “Oh, and I suppose that makes you Prince Charming?” “Sorry, princess, but I’m definitely no prince.”
“You know, if I was your boyfriend, I’d answer your calls and I’d drive you to parties.”
“But you have a good night, Sunshine. I hope I proved to you not all hockey players are pigs.”
“So, is there a reason we’re beating up a brand-new 2024 Ford Mustang?” “We?” “I mean, I haven’t done anything yet, but I’ve got a couple of hockey sticks in my truck if you want to do some real damage?” “You’re going to help me beat up a car?” “It pretty much goes against my religion, but you clearly need the help . .
Who knew devils had dimples.
There were a few things I was certain of though. I was right; hockey players were pigs. My mom was right; jocks couldn’t be trusted. And Reed was right; I deserved better.
“Pretty sure the only time growling is allowed is in one of those dirty books Mom likes to read,” he replied. “Back me up here, Gray.”
“And I bet Reed Darling has one of the biggest around!” For a moment, the world went silent, and then a voice rumbled behind me. “I hope you’re talking about my big heart there, Sunshine.”
If this was what it felt like to kiss a devil, then send me straight to hell.
“Well, you don’t scare me, Reed Darling.” “Good,” he said. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to scare.”
“And those pining looks were just him playing the part too?” “There were no pining looks!” “There were so pining looks. Reed is totally hot for you.” “He’s not even lukewarm for me.” “He’s a boiling kettle about to start whistling.”
Apparently, I was a hockey fan after all. I’d just needed the right guy to cheer for.
As he leaned down and pulled me in for a kiss, light flurries of snow began to flutter down around us. The moment was kind of perfect, and for the first time since I’d moved to Sunshine Hills, I didn’t mind the cold. I’d changed my mind about a lot of things today. It turned out the cold had its own beauty, hockey was kind of addictive, and hockey players weren’t so bad after all—well, one of them, at least.
“Well, I heard a rumor you might like me.” “Interesting.” I grinned before pulling her close to me and, in one swift move, dipping her low to the ground. I was sure we were attracting far too much attention from the students dancing around us. But right now, I felt too light to care. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “That one, I’m afraid, is true.”
