Ice Games by Jill Myles

Author:Jill Myles [Myles, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Usually, the more I learn about a chick, the less I like her. Strangely enough, Zara’s the opposite. She’s crazy, I mean, with the health food and the juju-mojo shit she’s constantly doing, but there’s a method to the insanity. And the more I find out about her? The more I ‘get’ her. It’s weird. — Ty Randall, Practice Interview, Ice Dancing with the Stars

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When we got to the restaurant, there was a long line of people behind a cordoned rope, waiting to get in. I frowned at them through the car window. “Should we go somewhere else?”

“Nope. They know me here.” He got out and opened the car door for me, and I slid out after a moment, feeling self-conscious in my grubby clothing and makeup-free face. All the people in line were dressed in trendy, flashy clothing, and they stared at us as we walked up. I noticed Ty put his hand at the small of my back again, leading me to the front of the line and bypassing the cordoned area.

He nodded at the maître d’.

“Mr. Randall,” the man said, clearly excited. “Welcome back. Your regular table?”

“Anywhere you’ve got,” he said easily and nudged me inside.

I raised my brows and looked over at Ty as we entered the swanky restaurant. “Regular table? You a big sushi fan?”

He laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I crossed my arms over my chest, maneuvering through the sea of tight, white-tablecloth-covered tables. Each one was tiny, two chairs crammed close to it, and I had to watch myself to make sure I didn’t bump anyone’s elbows. The place looked pretty fancy.

“The last girl that asked me that wanted to ensure that I’d go down on her. Just sounded weird coming out of your mouth.”

“What? No! That wasn’t what I was—I mean—I didn’t—”

“I know,” he said with another chuckle. “Chill out.”

We moved to the far side of the crowded restaurant to a private booth with deep, red seats and wooden accents. I slid in on one side, and Ty slid in next to me instead of going to the other. After my initial moment of surprise, I scooted over a bit more, trying not to blush.

Now this was really feeling like a date. Bad Zara, bad. No lusting after your partner. Hooking up while ice skating together? Everything I’d ever been told by other skaters said that it was some seriously bad juju.

And we had enough things working against our mojo at the moment.

A waiter set down two glasses of water and gave Ty an expectant look.

“Bottle of sake, please,” Ty said. “Your best.”

The waiter nodded and whisked away.

Ty glanced over at me. “You wanted to drink the other night. I figured this’d be your chance to get good and plastered.”

“I’ve never had sake. Does it taste good?”

“That depends on your definition of good. It’ll get you drunk, though.”

“Fair enough,” I told him, curiously excited about getting sloshed. Hey, first time for everything.

“So what’s your story?” Ty asked me as the waiter returned with a tiny bottle and two even tinier shots.

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