S J Tilly

My friends have convinced me. No more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night-stand. A dating App. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man, who's sweet, and funny, and did I mention, sexy-as-hell... I fortified my courage and invited myself up to his room. Assumptions. There's a rule about them. I assumed he was passing through town. I assumed he was a businessman, or maybe an investor, or accountant, or literally anything other than a professional hockey player. I assumed I'd never see him again. I assumed wrong.

Book Two of the Sleet Series

Sleet Sugar

Chiara Vitale Zelaia

Sophia

My phone rings with a local number. I used to not answer calls I don’t know, but now that I have new clients, I pick up.

I love Meghan, but she’s a loose cannon. I can’t allow her to talk to him, especially like this. Her head lulls to the side, and I’m able to quickly snatch my phone back.

I stare at the screen for a second trying to think of something to say. Making up my mind, I hang up again.

I was a little bummed that she couldn’t just sense my presence the moment I walked into the room. I’ve read enough romance novels, something else I don’t ever plan on admitting, but they all talk about how the main characters just know when the other enters a room. I guess we still need to work on our connected energy.

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