Page 264 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
There’s a moment. Elijah tenses behind me. Mark studies us. Then shakes his head.
“No,” he says. “But we’ll manage it properly.”
“That’s fine,” Zach says easily.
And just like that, it’s handled.
We move further into the room, and I catch sight of Lucian and Christian.
They approach, greeting the men first, then me.
But it’s Lucian that catches my attention.
Not because of what he says, but because of what he’s not saying.
His gaze drifts to Evelyn.
Specifically, to the way Mark’s hand rests lightly at her waist as they walk.
Something flickers in Lucian’s expression.
Sharp.
Quiet.
Possessive.
And then it’s gone.
Zach leans in slightly.
“I’m going to check in with my sister,” he murmurs. “Save me a dance?”
“Always,” I say softly.
He kisses me before stepping away.
Jackson lingers only a moment longer before he’s pulled into conversation, and I let him go easily, watching him move through the room with that same confidence he carries on the ice.
And then, it’s quieter again. Just for a moment. Until Zach returns.
A champagne flute in his hand, filled with orange juice.
“For you,” he says softly.
“Thank you.”
His fingers brush mine as I take it.
“Dance with me?”
I don’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
The music slows as we step onto the floor. It shifts around us. Softens. Zach’s hand slides into mine, his other settling at my waist, and the moment he draws me in everything else fades.
It’s not rushed.
