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But god, even the possibility of him with another woman made me furious.

"You wouldn't dare." I fought a growl with the words.

"Why wouldn't I? We're not together. You just said we're a mistake. You're going to transfer teams as soon as you can get the managers to agree to it, and⁠—"

I grabbed the front of his shirt and glared at him. "If you fuck anyone else, I'll kill you. Hockey stick to the chest, like a stake to the heart."

His lips curved upward, just a little.

The expression alone made me hot.

Then he hit me with, "If you fuck anyone else, I'll spend the rest of the season screening you. You won't see a single puck for months."

I released his shirt, taking a step back. "That's worse than murder, King."

"I'm aware."

"Fine. I don't fuck anyone else, and neither do you. Our agreement stands.”

"Fine," he agreed.

I had the distinct feeling that I'd just lost that exchange. I was too cold to be mad about it, though, considering the ice pack on my shoulder.

CHAPTER FOUR

carmen

King adjusted the position of the ice pack a few minutes later.

I swore viciously. "At least take your shirt off so I have a nice view while you fucking torture me."

"I will if you will."

"No way. I know how your brand of medical care goes. If I take my shirt off, this ice pack is going straight on my skin."

"It'll work better that way."

"I don't care. You'd freeze my tit off with it, if I gave you the chance."

"I'm too attached to your tits to risk them. And you should care about your health, Carmen."

"You care enough for both of us." I dragged a hand through my damp hair, messing it up a little so it didn't dry plastered to my head. The length fell around the middle of my throat.

"Yeah, I do." He held my gaze.

For a moment, I wondered if we were still talking about my health.

I changed the subject before I could think about it for more than that second, sighing dramatically. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."

"Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll come up with a good way to pass the time."

I scoffed. "Are you really about to proposition me?"

"Yes. With food."

"With food? You don't cook."

"You know mating prep classes require all of us to learn how. I don't cook much, but I made you pasta once. Remember?"