Melting the Ice(38)

            Stella looked at the TV, then leaned forward. “No shit? You know him that well?”

            “Remember that guy I told you about, the one I had the drunken interlude with during college?”

            Dragging her gaze from the television, Stella looked at her. “Virginity guy?”

            “Yeah.”

            “That was Drew?”

            “That was Drew.”

            Stella laid her feet on the floor and put her beer down. “You have got to be kidding me. And you’re still speaking to him?”

            “It was a long time ago, Stella.”

            “Yes, and he was a big dick to you that night. Correction. He gave a big dick to you that night, and then he acted like a douche.”

            Carolina shook her head. “We were both drunk.”

            “And he took advantage of you. Then dumped you. Asshole.”

            Carolina loved that her friend was so fiercely protective of her. “It wasn’t exactly like that. Did I make it sound like that?”

            “You didn’t need to make it sound like that. That’s how it was, wasn’t it?”

            She shrugged. “Not really. I mean yes, I was a virgin, but God, I chased after him. Lusted after him. He just gave me what I’d wanted. What I asked him for. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t—didn’t love me like I wanted.”

            Stella sighed. “And you’re still speaking to him. You’re way more forgiving than I would be.”

            “Clearly, you’re a mean bitch. Who broke your heart so badly?”

            “No one, because I won’t let a guy get within a mile of it. I’ve seen too many of my friends messed up by men. They’re all vicious heartbreakers. Best not to fall in love, that way you won’t get hurt.”

            Carolina shifted on the sofa. “Seriously? But you date a lot. In fact, you’re always going out with guys.”

            “Exactly. Different guys. They’re fun, and they have penises, and if they know what to do with them, they might get to hang around for a while. But keeping them, long term? No way. As soon as I think I might be developing feelings for one, he’s out the door.”

            After all these years of knowing Stella, she had no idea her friend felt this way about men. And she could deny it all she wanted, but some guy had broken her heart. Why else would she protect it so fiercely?

            She was so gorgeous. Tall and lithe, with a killer figure and a man’s attitude about sex and dating. She could quite possibly be every man’s dream.

            “So who broke your heart, Stella? Seriously.”

            Stella picked up her bottle of beer and took a long swallow. “I’d rather hear about the hot and studly hockey player who’s back in your life again. You should tease the hell out of him, then leave him high and dry.”

            Carolina laughed. “You have a mean streak.”

            Stella grinned. “I know. But that’s me. So tell me about you and—oh shit, he just scored. Goddamn, he’s good.”

            Carolina jerked her attention to the screen and caught Drew’s score on the replay. He’d skated past the defender and caught a pass from a teammate, shooting the puck past the goalie and into the net.

            It had been a magnificent shot, so filled with power she had felt it zing all the way through her television.