Page 67 of Ice Rebel

“You know what I mean.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s your brother. I’m going to be ill. I never meant for anything to happen. Why didn’t he recognize your condo?”

Oops. Well, that was a telling on myself statement if I’d ever heard one.

“Shoot me.”

She could barely contain her laughter. I was glad she was enjoying herself.

I dared lift my head, trying to take a few deep breaths as I prepared for the onslaught of her revenge. The day had turned from spectacularly terrible to leaving me longing to wake up in another century.

Her smirk was killer.

My brother’s teammate: Check.

My roomie’s brother: Check.

A hockey player, which was on my no-dating list: Double check.

Our faces were out there somewhere on the internet: Double dare check.

The worst part was that we hadn’t just dated or kissed. We’d spent the night together. Had anyone caught that on camera? Oh, dear God, I hoped not. Could anything get any worse?

And why the hell had someone been lurking in the shadows?

“Yes,” she said, shaking her head, full out laughing. “He’s my brother. So what? I’m not his keeper. Thank God for that. You’re both adults. Besides, I think the match is perfect. To answer your question about the condo, our grandfather was an odd bird. He collected real estate like others collect coins. Since I was the apple of his eye, when I graduated from college, he gifted me the condo. None of us even knew he owned the place. Our family is a little quirky. Well, a lot quirky.”

“But he didn’t recognize your things?” How much deeper could I dig my grave?

Why not tell her what a big cock he has?

“How much have we unpacked from boxes? Almost nothing and you know how men are. Completely unobservant. Stop worrying and trust me. Cole needs someone in his life. The man needs to settle down, at least according to his coach, our parents. And just about everyone else.”

“Oh, no. We are not getting married.”

“Not yet.” Samantha rolled her eyes and fell into another laughing fit after studying my face, which was likely one of horror. “Seriously, it’s no big deal, girl.”

“Yeah? Well, tell that to the angry bitches at the next table. They’ve been chatting about our relationship and apparently, they have a picture of us. From where, I have no clue. You’d think I just married Cole, depriving them of their chance at snagging the hottest man in Seattle.”

“Oh… You think he’s hot?” The grin on her face was practically evil.

“Yes, he’s hot, every inch of him, but…” I realized I was telling his sister he was a sexy guy and bit my lip. “I guess I won’t be invited to their puck bunny parties.”

She cocked her head, finally noticing we were being talked about. “Why?” My roommate was having a grand old time at my expense while I was writhing in discomfort.

Before I said anything, I placed my finger across my lips, nodding to the group of girls.

“Can you believe he’d go out with her?” the blonde closest to me huffed.

“And they’re getting married?”

What was the girl talking about?

“She’s not even that pretty.” The brunette was laughing.

“You know how the Rebel is. He can’t keep his hands to himself.” Now the girls laughed. “He’ll divorce her in six months. She has to be pregnant. That’s what happened.”

Now I was appalled. I glanced at Samantha who was listening intently.