Page 38 of Find Me on the Ice


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Leave it to Susan to be my unseen hero.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I assure her.

She rubs my arm and nods her head. “Go do something reckless that doesn’t happen between the pages of a book and tell me about it tomorrow.”

Without a word, I stand up and take off outside. Grabbing my phone, I dial Mr. Reckless himself.

I shut the door of my car on the first ring and feel my heart plummet to my stomach, hoping he answers while also hoping he doesn’t answer.

Second ring.

Holy shit. I should hang up right now and block his number. This is definitely something I should not be doing.

Third ring.

I feel like, at this point, if he hears it ring and I hang up, he’ll know I chickened out.

Fourth ring.

Okay, I give up. I’m hanging up.

“Hello?” he answers.

“Shit,” I mumble.

He laughs instantly. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t pick up?”

I hold my face in my hand as I admit, “Yeah, sort of.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as he asks, “And why is that? You’re the one who called me, Little Dove.”

“Yeah, I know. It was impulsive.” I sigh, feeling like I’m being way too honest right now. “I should go.”

“Nikki, wait.” He stops me. Silence echoes between us before he says, “What are you doing right now?”

“Sitting in my car outside of the library. Why?” I ask.

“I just want to know so I can picture you. Better yet, answer this.”

My phone vibrates, and the FaceTime option flashes across my screen.

“Cam, I’m not answering that,” I tell him matter-of-factly as my thumb hovers over the green button.

“Please,” he begs.

Susan’s voice echoes in my head. “Go do something reckless that doesn’t happen between the pages of a book and tell me about it tomorrow.”

The uplifting sound when the FaceTime call connects fills my car. Sitting up taller, I hold the phone in front of my face.

How is he so beautiful?

“Happy now?” I tease.

He smirks. “Very.”

“Hmm,” I hum as I hold his gorgeous stare.

Those blue eyes are like a trap that doesn’t want to let me go. His brown hair is getting longer, and I have a feeling that when he wears his helmet, it sticks out from it in every direction. I just want to run my hand through it. I bet it’s so incredibly soft.

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