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gure in the hallway for three full seconds befo

creen, his breath hitching as he traced my str

ree-hundred-percent increase in tensile threshold while shaving off twenty per

trogen during the rapid-cooling phase," I answer

as if I had just turned lead into so

er, the heavy glass

d into the room, moving with the flu

f thick, unruly dark hair and sharp, chiseled featur

settled over the room

s voice was a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated right through t

owing a level of deference I had never seen

performance evaluator. He needs to verify your tactical integration skills

g the stranger up and down.

istance between us until I had to til

nd sheer physical mass of a top-tier varsity athlete. I could

ason," he said, tapping a single, calloused knuckle against my desk. He leaned i

you still read an ice sheet witho

ving a single inch. "Dedric couldn't find an open lane

is jacket. The brief contact shot a spark of electricity over my skin, but I ignore

slider to the final min

blade," I said, using a digital pen to trac

ver because of uneven grinding. An aggressive forward cutting at this precise f

went dea

ted back down to my lips, and finally up to my eyes. A flare of inte

opping to a husky whisper that made my stomach flutter. He

s cap back down, turned on his hee

, my heart beating slig

e hockey," Hayes replied vaguely, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Get h

e master suite at Eastshire Estate, surroun

rtha supervised as

armor, its high neckline contrasting with a daring, low-

essing room carrying a b

ond collar featuring a flawless twenty-carat royal blue d

ctually owns the ice," Jared said, faste

up to the grand entrance of the B

Choo heels touched the red carpet, a barrage of f