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careful consideration since he had to deal with them.
And he had hated Samuel Heaven. He was a man who saw gold when he looked at his daughter. Not the golden hair or the way she had gleamed on the ice. No, Meri’s father had seen an Olympic medal on ice. Heartless, cruel, and greedy. And that was before he had known what the dickhead had done when Meri had been in that accident.
That vivacious girl had grown up.
Resting his elbows on his knees, Mike watched her gracefully flow on the ice from his spot in the bleachers. She could’ve been alone out there. The girl had seen the ice as a battle to be won. The woman saw it as a lover.
Far sexier than any routine she had done as a teenager.
She found a spot free of interruption and extended her right leg behind her and spun elegantly. Once she had said the hardest part of getting back onto the ice was the fear of falling, of being able to do nothing but glide. As she spun, she lowered her leg then skated backwards; one would never know that there was a rod in her leg.
Finding her hadn’t been as hard as he had considered. He had gone to the concierge of their hotel and asked the location of the nearest skating rink open in mid-July.
Fuck, she was pretty out there.
She had been one of the main reasons he had gone after representing Kyla Wilson. Not just because Meri was beautiful and made all the primitive sides of him sit up and growl with want, but because he remembered that girl back in Granville.
Her speed slowed and she returned to center ice. She came to a stop and stared down at the ice. Meri slid her right foot back and forth, touching her thigh as if she was judging how it felt.
“Do it,” he said softly against his clasped hands. She pressed the toe pick into the ice, looked around then pushed off. Fine strands of hair rose away from her face as she found the path she wanted.
He held his breath. She zipped by a little girl holding her mother’s hand, did a little hop then was skating backwards. His heart slowed in his chest when she looked over her shoulder and aimed for the empty center. Her right leg inched up as she glided. It swung back then she was flying. Not high, but she was up.
He smiled as she spun one and a half times, arms tucked against her chest, hair flaring out. She landed with a tiny wobble, her hand massaging her thigh. The toe pick was planted into the ice and she turned.
There you are, he thought as those soft dove grey eyes met his.
He stood and walked down the bleachers while she slowly skated toward him. He didn’t like the way she was massaging her thigh. It meant she had been out there too long, and she over-extended herself. Her cheeks were flushed from the cool air and the exertion. Her eyes still looked sad. Damn it. He wanted the smile back in them.
The boards around the rink separated them. “Are you leaving me?”
Her question hit him in the solar plexus like a body check. He rested his forearms on the smooth wood so they were eye level. “No. Were you listening to me before the sun came up this morning?”
“Yes, but…”
“What did I say?”
A tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away. “That you wouldn’t walk away.”
Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips that were cool from the air conditioning. “Start believing, Meri. Is ice therapy over, or are you going to punish your leg a little bit more?”
She blushed and he wondered how long she’d been out on the ice. While she glided to the exit, he walked beside her. There was no hesitation when she took his hand and let him guide her over the padded floor to sit. Crouching down, he unlaced the skates.
“I owe you an apology,” he said, cupping her calf as he tugged her skate off with his left hand.
“You do? Why?”
“Apparently I’m possessive when it comes to you and that makes me a little irrational at times.” Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against the denim covering her thigh. Even through the fabric he
And he had hated Samuel Heaven. He was a man who saw gold when he looked at his daughter. Not the golden hair or the way she had gleamed on the ice. No, Meri’s father had seen an Olympic medal on ice. Heartless, cruel, and greedy. And that was before he had known what the dickhead had done when Meri had been in that accident.
That vivacious girl had grown up.
Resting his elbows on his knees, Mike watched her gracefully flow on the ice from his spot in the bleachers. She could’ve been alone out there. The girl had seen the ice as a battle to be won. The woman saw it as a lover.
Far sexier than any routine she had done as a teenager.
She found a spot free of interruption and extended her right leg behind her and spun elegantly. Once she had said the hardest part of getting back onto the ice was the fear of falling, of being able to do nothing but glide. As she spun, she lowered her leg then skated backwards; one would never know that there was a rod in her leg.
Finding her hadn’t been as hard as he had considered. He had gone to the concierge of their hotel and asked the location of the nearest skating rink open in mid-July.
Fuck, she was pretty out there.
She had been one of the main reasons he had gone after representing Kyla Wilson. Not just because Meri was beautiful and made all the primitive sides of him sit up and growl with want, but because he remembered that girl back in Granville.
Her speed slowed and she returned to center ice. She came to a stop and stared down at the ice. Meri slid her right foot back and forth, touching her thigh as if she was judging how it felt.
“Do it,” he said softly against his clasped hands. She pressed the toe pick into the ice, looked around then pushed off. Fine strands of hair rose away from her face as she found the path she wanted.
He held his breath. She zipped by a little girl holding her mother’s hand, did a little hop then was skating backwards. His heart slowed in his chest when she looked over her shoulder and aimed for the empty center. Her right leg inched up as she glided. It swung back then she was flying. Not high, but she was up.
He smiled as she spun one and a half times, arms tucked against her chest, hair flaring out. She landed with a tiny wobble, her hand massaging her thigh. The toe pick was planted into the ice and she turned.
There you are, he thought as those soft dove grey eyes met his.
He stood and walked down the bleachers while she slowly skated toward him. He didn’t like the way she was massaging her thigh. It meant she had been out there too long, and she over-extended herself. Her cheeks were flushed from the cool air and the exertion. Her eyes still looked sad. Damn it. He wanted the smile back in them.
The boards around the rink separated them. “Are you leaving me?”
Her question hit him in the solar plexus like a body check. He rested his forearms on the smooth wood so they were eye level. “No. Were you listening to me before the sun came up this morning?”
“Yes, but…”
“What did I say?”
A tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away. “That you wouldn’t walk away.”
Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips that were cool from the air conditioning. “Start believing, Meri. Is ice therapy over, or are you going to punish your leg a little bit more?”
She blushed and he wondered how long she’d been out on the ice. While she glided to the exit, he walked beside her. There was no hesitation when she took his hand and let him guide her over the padded floor to sit. Crouching down, he unlaced the skates.
“I owe you an apology,” he said, cupping her calf as he tugged her skate off with his left hand.
“You do? Why?”
“Apparently I’m possessive when it comes to you and that makes me a little irrational at times.” Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against the denim covering her thigh. Even through the fabric he
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