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But for the life of me, all I feel is fear.
“Anyway, enough about Trent,” I say abruptly, wanting to get my head back in the game since Trent isn’t the only person I should be worried about. “Let’s focus on our boy. Nathan better shine today, or else he’ll be added to the large list of casualties after the team is sold off.”
I turn my attention to the ice, doing everything to ignore the way Trent’s heavy gaze kisses the nape of my neck. I don’t have to turn around to know he’s watching me because I can just… feel him doing it.
Trent is always watching me.
Before that wretched first night that I brought him home with me, his stares felt like a cool wind brushing on my heated cheeks. Always there but too faint and innocent to be a cause of concern. But ever since that night, his penetrating gaze feels like it won’t rest until it knows my every secret. Until its heat scorches me from within, and all I can do is burn… burn… for him.
“Charlotte?” someone calls, pulling me out of my reverie.
A well-dressed man with light brown hair and bright green eyes starts talking to my best friend, like an old friend who has known her forever.
Since I know all of Lottie’s friends, I quickly come to the conclusion that he must be one of her clients. I let them talk while I take in this stranger, knowing full well that, like Lottie, he’s never once stepped inside this VIP box.
It’s when he asks Lottie to call him Laurie instead of Lawrence that my brain makes the connection on who this charmingly magnetic stranger is—Lawrence Preston III.
I had heard rumors that the heir to the Preston empire had returned from his stint in London to take on a more serious role in the family’s business. There were other rumors saying that the young Preston was looking to branch away from his family’s affairs and dip his toes in his own personal ventures.
Well, look who we have here?
Could this be the Guardians’ new prospective owner?
“Ahem,” I clear my throat loudly, reminding Lottie of my presence.
“Where are my manners? Laurie, this is my best friend, Piper. Piper, this is Laurie,” Lottie says, making the introduction.
“How do you do?” he replies with a thick British accent.
“I’m doing much better now,” I coo, holding my hand up for him to take.
When he leans in and presses a chaste kiss on my knuckles, I know I got him right where I want him.
The Preston family has more money than all of the men here combined. There is no question that if he wants to, he can outbid them all.
Which means that I found my man.
He’s the one who will have Nathan’s fate in his hands.
And Trent’s.
When Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman’ starts ringing out throughout the stadium, we all turn around to watch the Guardians take the ice.
From my peripheral, I watch Lottie bite on her thumb as she scans the rink, looking for Nathan.
“He’s number seventeen,” I whisper to her when she’s unable to pinpoint him.
“And who are we playing?” she asks, her gaze locking on jersey number seventeen.
But before I can answer her, my body heats up at the man now standing at my side, purposely creating a barrier between me and Laurie.
“Detroit Devils,” Trent explains, pretending his sole focus is on his team.
“And is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Lottie asks.
“They’re a good team. Strong. Hungry,” Trent proceeds to explain.
“The Guardians are hungrier,” I defend, making sure Laurie hears me.
