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I spun around and glared at him. “Are you serious right now? In case you got a puck to the head, let me just remind you…we broke up. I hate you. I’d like to never see you again for the rest of my life. Okay?”
Beckett picked up his drink and shook his head ruefully.
“What? You can’t disagree. You have to accept it.”
“But I don’t.” His voice was measured and calm, and utterly infuriating. He took a long sip of his coffee and rotated the cup so I could see his name.
Mr. Beckett Martino.
“You’re crazy,” I snapped at him.
He just shrugged. “About you? Yes, certifiable.”
“Stay away from me, Anderson,” I warned him and left the coffee shop as fast as I could.
After a full day of classes, I had an ice dancing practice. I headed to the rink with a heavy heart. Should I quit? There was no way I wasn’t going to see Beckett constantly there.
My worry proved to be true as soon as I got to the rink. He was out on the ice with the rest of the team, running drills. How could he look so hot in just his training gear?
As soon as I went in, he straightened up and watched me. Despite the distance between us, I could feel his eyes on me. I avoided glancing in his direction as much as possible. He kept pace with me as I rounded the rink, studiously avoiding his eyes.
“Anderson! Back to drills.” Coach Williams’ whistle blew again and again.
Beckett ignored every blast and kept pace with me around the entire rink, right up until I stomped into the back toward the women’s locker rooms.
Fifteen minutes later, I was relieved to see that the guys were finished and shuffling off the ice.
Beckett was sitting, unlacing his skates while I waited to set out onto the rink. He’d taken his gloves off, and I couldn’t help but notice that his hands were crisscrossed with Band-Aids. I glanced at his face. His eyes were already on me. I looked away quickly, pushing my curiosity deep down inside. I didn’t care who he’d been fighting with.I didn’t.
When I skated out onto the ice with the rest of the team, Beckett didn’t leave. He and Marcus climbed the bleachers and settled in to watch.
The girls whispered among themselves, excited to speculate about who might be the lucky recipient of the Ice Gods’ attention.
“God help her, poor girl,” I muttered to myself as I stretched.
Clearly, I was the only one feeling that way, since the captain decided to have us practice our routines facing the two-person audience and asked them flirtatiously for feedback. I couldn’t blame her, or the rest of the dancers. They were hot hockey players. Beckett was a verified billionaire to boot, and the squad didn’t know what lurked beneath the surface of that handsome smile and those magnetic eyes.
I ignored Beckett for the whole practice, but the effort of it left me exhausted. When I’d showered and changed, I left the building to find him standing outside, leaning against his truck. He had special permission to bring his toys on campus, and the truck was the third luxury vehicle I’d seen him drive around in so far. One rule for him, another for everyone else.
“Need a ride?”
I pointedly ignored him and started toward the bus stop.
After a moment, his truck crept along the road beside me. I stopped and banged on his window.
He leaned over and pushed the passenger side door open. “Changed your mind?”
“Are you stalking me?” I demanded.
He made a face and moved toward me. “What? I can’t hear you.”
“You’re being a stalker!” I shouted at him.
He shook his head and gestured me forward. “Better get in and tell me.”
“You’re impossible.”
I turned away from him and continued toward the bus stop. The psycho idled just short of the stop until the bus came, and then drove behind it the whole way home.
