My Icy Hot Rebound - Book 1 Boys of Winter series (Sample only)

Chapter 3

She had spunk and a death wish. He watched Stewart's niece walk away, taking the opportunity to check her out. Nice ass, and loads of curves he knew she had hidden away under her black blazer and tailored pants. The kind of woman who could make a lot of trouble for him, but that's all he seemed to attract anyway. Train wrecks. Loose cannons. Beautiful on the outside and nothing but chaos on the inside.

He grabbed a second glass of wine and hit the refreshments. Another shitty selection of the cheapest shit Stewart could get his hands on. And the wine? The worst crap he'd ever tasted, but with little else to drink, he downed it anyway. Will liked Stewart, but the team was a disaster and Eddie couldn't see it. Maybe he'd made billions selling car parts or whatever the hell he did, but managing the Falcons? He nickel and dimed the franchise to death. In the two years Will had been with the team, not once had they even had a chance of making the playoffs. Not even a whiff.

Brad Patterson rejoined him, took one look at the food and rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't feed this shit to my dog, and she'll eat anything."

"I'd kill for a burger. Want to get one after this?"

"I've got nothing better to do. Who was the chick? Related to Eddie?"

"His niece. They stuck her doing work with the Falcon Foundation. Guess they want her out ASAP."

"Poor thing. Tiffani will eat her for lunch," Patterson said and laughed.

"She's trying to recruit me to her side."

Brad smirked. "If you value your balls, you'll stay out of it."

"She seems determined. And she's Stewart's niece."

"Still suicide."

"How much longer until we can get out of here?" Will asked.

"Another ten minutes?"

"Good. I'm getting hungry."

Will thought about Allie and smiled. The season just got more interesting.

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Will walked through his front door and there was Jen, sitting on his sofa, eating a sandwich and scrolling through her phone. She didn't bother to look up at him.

"Jen, why are you still here? I thought we talked about this," he said, walking past her into his kitchen and grabbing a beer. He twisted off the cap, flinging it onto the counter and returned to his living room, waiting for her to say something, but she sat silently other than the sound of her fingers tapping on her phone.

"Jen, did you hear me? Jason and Graham are coming in tomorrow and you can't be here."

"Yes, I heard you," she spat. "You don't want them to know we're still together. I get it."

Will's blood pressure inched up by the second. "We aren't together. You showing up unannounced is not being together."

"Funny. You didn't seem to feel that way last night when you were fucking me."

"You said you were taking the first flight out," he said, fighting every urge not to erupt. Yes, he'd used poor judgment the night before, and he regretted every second of it. He'd been trying to quell his uneasiness all day.

"I changed my mind."

Her smug smile burned him. "You're not staying here. Do you want me to put you up in a hotel? Get your flight rebooked? I can do that right now."

"I'm thinking how nice it will be to see your brother and Graham again."

"No, because you won't be here."