Page 117 of Ice Devil

“Do you mind if I keep this?” I asked my sister as I nodded toward the newspaper in my hand.

“I bought ten copies,” she admitted.

Ford and I laughed.

“Maybe you boys should remember how talented you are,” she added. “And do not let it go to your heads.”

“Why does every woman say that?” Ford huffed.

“Because we are the Kendrick brothers.” I folded the paper under my arm as a silence settled between us.

“Don’t worry about next week. Maybe the PR will do us some good.”

“I don’t trust that agent of yours.” Samantha huffed and flipped her hair as she did every time she was about to go off on someone.

“Be nice,” I told her. “We would like to continue playing hockey outside of Siberia.”

“Very funny. Go home to your mate. She needs you. Wait. Let me rephrase that.” Samantha was in her element, even pointing at my chest. “You need her.”

In a way, she was right.

“I’m just leaving. Don’t burn the place down after I go.” While next week loomed over my head, I was light on my feet as I headed for the truck.

Even if my hunger was ravenous.

The drive didn’t take nearly as long as usual. The crew had been active over the past couple of days, clearing debris from the roads. But that wasn’t the reason I’d had the pedal to the metal.

I had a reason to go home.

My God. My palms were sweating. My pulse racing. Beads of sweat were rolling down both my enflamed cheeks and for fuck’s sake, all I could think about was burying my face into her sweet pussy.

Well, that and hockey. I’d need to put my libido on hold until after hearing about her great plan.

Funny. As I zoomed down the road heading to the house, I notice I was driving in excess of eighty miles per hour. Maybe we’d start with a little nookie first. Then we’d get down to business.

When I rolled up the driveway, rocks flew from under the tires.

It would seem I was more than eager to get home.

I stormed in, uncertain what to expect, but she was nowhere to be seen. I finally found her in the same place I’d left her, in the office. Only the area looked like a warzone. She had a whiteboard set up that I hadn’t even known existed with notes written in various ink colors all over it. She’d also printed several articles and had them taped to the walls. Currently, she was behind the desk, her fingers flying on her laptop.

I crowded the doorway, leaning against it with my arms folded, not saying a word.

She didn’t stop and also didn’t bother looking up. But she knew I was in the room.

“Are you going to just stand there staring at me all night?” The throaty sound of her voice sent a ripple of need through me.

“What would you prefer I do, stretch you across the desk and have my way with you?”

“Very funny. I’m working.”

“And I can fix that.”

She offered her usual reaction. A roll of her eyes. “What do you have there?”

I’d forgotten I’d brought home the newspaper. “An article written on some awesome dudes. Mighty sexy too if you ask me.”

“Let me see.”