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“Field hockey in physical fitness class.”

“You don’t skate?” he asks.

“Of course I do.”

CHAPTER 10

MOVED

Rez

When the Bears take the ice, I tense when I see Faulker and Kilovac. Anna looks from the screen to me. “Shall I move?”

“Don't you dare,” I say, looking from the screen to the blue-eyed goddess whose thick, silky hair shouldn’t look as good up in one of those loose knots, but it does. Hell, I don’t think Anna Winterfield could look any other way if she tried.

“You’ll give me a complex.” She tsks before resting her head back down and looking at the screen

“I’ll what?”

“You growled at the scar.”

I hadn't realized I’d done that, but I’m not questioning its truth; it pisses me off. “It doesn’t belong on you.”

She puts her hand on my chest, looks up at me with those crystal-blue eyes, and rests her chin on it. “I’m glad it’s on me and not on Lucy or Savannah.”

“It shouldn't be on any of you.” I lean down and brush my lips just above it.

“It also shouldn't be on you.” She taps her natural, medium-length fingernail against my chest.

“Your buddy was a dick, but so was I. It's been that way since we first met on the ice. Still, it should have never left the ice.”

“Natural enemies?”

“There's nothing natural about being enemies. It's just what the world would prefer.”

She looks at me thoughtfully but says nothing; she just “Hmm.”

“What does hmm mean?” I ask curiously.

“In this case, it means I'm pondering.”

“Pondering?”

“If more people thought that way, what would the world look like?”

“It would be beautiful, just like you, Anna Winterfield, aka Fancy.”

She sighs and looks back at the screen. “I don't try to be fancy. Look at me right now; I have yet to shower.”

“You have that natural beauty that people pay for.”

“I will say that not every part of me is natural.” She lifts a shoulder.

“I call bullshit; your tits are definitely natural.”

Shocked by my bluntness, she giggles. “Or maybe I just have a very good plastic surgeon.”

“They move, Anna; they bounce. Your nipples are the same deep red as your pouty pretty lips. No scar to be seen. So again, I call bullshit.” And the thought of her nips makes my mouth water.