Page 13 of Daddies on Ice

For a man in his forties, he’s in excellent shape.

In fact, he’s in better shape than a lot of men in their twenties. He’s tall, around six feet probably, and lean.

There’s no sign of a daddy belly anywhere from what I could see.

And his hair, I wanted to twirl my fingers through his shoulder-length silver and red locks.

Even his gruff attitude kind of turned me on.

And how crazy is that?

I like guys who are easy going and make me laugh. It’s hard to imagine Coach Carl laughing, except for that faint glimmer in his eyes that tells me he’s not always all about business.

I bang my head on the steering wheel then jump when I accidentally hit the horn.

Jerking upright, I glance around the parking lot, but thankfully no one is outside to witness my humiliation.

I need to get my head on straight.

Grabbing my keys from my purse, I insert the ignition key but stop before turning on the engine.

Jake “Boomer” Sorenson! Of all the hockey players to run into today, why did it have to be him?

Trent and Ash have talked about him, and his sexual exploits, so much I feel as if I already know the guy.

He’s a player through and through and, from what I’ve been told, he never sleeps with the same girl twice.

When I’d heard about him, it disgusted me.

Never in a million years would I believe that running into him would make me drool and stand as if paralyzed just to be near him!

Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to describe how good looking he is.

Although I’d seen him play on TV, he’s usually covered up by his uniform and gear.

The few times I’ve seen him in interviews or candid shots, I didn’t really pay attention other than to note he was handsome enough—and always had a woman or three around him.

But being up close and personal like today, well, that knocked the breath, and my good sense, right out of me.

His eyes are so green, reminding me of emeralds, surrounded by the thickest, darkest eyelashes every woman would kill for.

It was his dimples when he smiled that got me, though. I stood transfixed, falling into that confident gaze and barely heard a word he said.

When he asked me for a drink, my body cried,hell yeah!

And much more! I actually glanced around the hallway to see if there were any empty closets I could drag him into and have my way with him.

But my mind at least was sensible, and I was able to turn down his offer.

The appearance of Ash made that easier, but it also added to my hormones overload.

Twisting the key, I turn the ignition on just enough to give power to my car without starting it and crank up the heater.

After rubbing my icy hands in front of the heater for a couple of minutes, I turn on the radio and lean back in my chair.

The look on Ash’s face when he saw Jake with me was not something I’d seen on him before.

There was protectiveness, sure, but then he always acts like another big brother to me, so that was nothing new.