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"Has anyone ever told you that you're very prickly?"
"Yes."
"Good because it's true."
I fight the urge to smile. She's a bundle of contradictions. She looks like an angel but has a little devil in her. Her mouth and temper run as hot as the rest of her. I'm not sure why that's so sexy to me, but it is.
"Did you come over here for a reason, Parker? Or was it just to insult me?"
"I came over because my brother talks about you a lot, and I was curious about you. I decided to insult you after I sat down," she mutters. "Your fault, by the way. You made it easy. You're kind of a jerk."
Fuck. Why did she have to be Jonas's baby sister?
"Curiosity killed the cat, Parker." I climb to my feet, deciding to beat a hasty retreat before I say to hell with the fact that she's off-limits. "Maybe you should remember that next time you decide to chase after a man."
"Chase after a…?" She splutters in outrage. "I did not chase after you! I came over to say hi, you arrogant jerk."
"And now you've said it. Goodnight, Parker."
She actually growls at me as she hops to her feet, glowering at me. "You know what? An actual hockey puck has more social skills than you do. Maybe you should apply for that position instead of playing hockey."
I open my mouth to respond and then think better of it. I've pissed her off enough for one night. That's not what I intended to do at all, but it's too late to take it back now. Maybe that's for the best. At least this way, she'll keep her distance, and I won't find an excuse to put my hands all over her soft little body. Because the fact that she's Jonas's sister seems less and less like a problem the longer she's in my general vicinity, spitting venom at me.
I like it a little too much. I likehera little too much.
Fuck my life.
I snap my mouth closed and stride away, putting distance between us before I lose the ability to do it at all.
Chapter One
Kellan
Six Months Later
"I need you."
I stop running on the treadmill as Jonas Michaud's declaration drops from the speakers set up around the team gym. Bad idea. The treadmill keeps going even though I don't. I shoot off the end like a goddamn cork popping from a bottle of champagne. Thank God for the wall that stops my momentum. Also…fuck that wall.
I hit the damn thing like a sledgehammer, crumpling to the floor with a painedoof.
"What the fuck was that?" Jonas asks.
"Fuck." I manage to flip onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. I hate exercising. Put a hockey stick in my hands and skates onmy feet, and I'm golden. But the rest of this shit? If it didn't level me out and keep me in playing shape, I wouldn't bother. It's a pain in the ass. Literally at this point. My ass hurts.
"Kellan, you good?"
"Fuck no. The goddamn treadmill just tried to kill me," I growl, glaring at it balefully. "I shot off the damn thing like a champagne cork. I think I broke my ass."
Jonas doesn't say a word. He doesn't even laugh.
Huh. Something's up if he isn't razzing the hell out of me over this. He loves a good laugh, especially if it's at the expense of one of us. I think all that time on the ranch in Canada turned him into a savage.
"I need your help," he says, completely somber.
"With what?"
"I need an invite toDionysus."
