While Nicole leaped to her feet to root for the Vipers player to win in the scramble, Lucy turned her head. Especially when Jordan had been involved in a bout that had drawn blood. His. Glorified violence was something she’d never get used to—not after what she’d experienced. Not that she wasn’t willing to fight for what was right, just that she’d choose words over fists. Of course, in a hockey game, with the clock ticking, there probably wasn’t much time to talk things out. And that little black puck moved pretty quick across the ice. The penalty box seemed a place Jordan enjoyed because he sure ended up there a lot. As she watched him in that glass-enclosed time-out, the intensity on his face revealed a completely different side of the man who’d whispered such passionate words while he made love to her. All around her people screamed his name when he rushed the puck toward the net.
