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and— mon dieu de câlisse —eight-pack
abs and then lower still into a thatch of dark hair at his groin and…she gulped
and tried to pull away from him, up close and personal with his nakedness. He
released her and whipped a towel from around his neck to wrap it around his
hips, but not before she got a glimpse of his package. Wow. Impressive.
    She blinked and opened her mouth, her heart thudding. “Who
am I? Who are you?”
    He scowled at her. “I’m a friend of Fedor’s.”
    “Well, I’m a friend of Taylor’s. Where are they?” She
frowned. A shiver worked its way over her flesh beneath his fixed stare, his
narrowed eyes and the dark scruff of beard on his square jaw giving him a
dangerous air. Had this guy murdered them or something? But then why would he
be taking a shower in one of their bathrooms?
    “They took some mutt for a walk.”
    “Mutt!” Her fingers curled into her palms. “Silvia is no
mutt! She’s a purebred miniature schnauzer!”
    “Oh.” He tilted his head slightly. “Ah…it’s yours?”
    “Yes. They’ve been looking after her while I was out of
town.” She folded her arms across the chest of her brand-new Jones New York
peacoat, her new leopard-print scarf wrapped around her throat, and tapped the
pointy toe of her new boots. “And once again…you are…?”
    “Logan Heller.”
    She blinked. Câlisse ! She should have recognized him,
but with his damp hair all darkly slicked back and…well, naked, she’d been a
little distracted. She frowned. “Er…what are you doing here?” She didn’t recall
the Condors being in town until late December.
    “Staying with Fedor. ’Til I find a place of my own.” His
towel slipped low on his hips and Nicole’s eyes were drawn to the way his
sculpted obliques arrowed down to his groin, his hip bones square and strong
looking. Tabarnac de câlisse , she wanted to lean over and lick every one
of those drips of water off that incredible body. Or maybe fall to her knees
and…
    When she looked up, she saw he was smiling knowingly and
checking her out in pretty much the same way. She swallowed. “Maybe you should
get dressed before we continue this confusing conversation.”
    “What’s confusing about it?” He shrugged and ran a hand
through short wet hair, obviously unconcerned about being naked. Hockey players
wandered around the locker room naked all the time. She’d accidentally run into
a naked hockey player more than once when she’d been down near the dressing
room after a game.
    “Why are you here?”
    He regarded her with pursed lips, a shadow flickering across
his brown eyes. “Not into hockey, are you?”
    Her eyes widened. He didn’t know who she was. She couldn’t
help but grin. “A little,” she lied. She tossed her newly highlighted hair
behind her shoulders. “Why?”
    He shrugged and the towel slipped again. This time he
reached for it and adjusted it on his hips, drawing her eyes yet again. Heat
built inside her, starting low down between her legs and spreading through her
body. “If you followed hockey, you’d know I was just traded to the Caribou.”
    Her jaw went slack again. “Traded?”
    “Yeah.” His eyes narrowed. “What?”
    “ Mon dieu ,” she whispered, lifting her hands to her
mouth. “So they did it.” She’d carefully avoided watching television or reading
newspapers while she’d been in New York. “Who’d they trade?”
    His eyes narrowed. “Sly Sorren and Mike Enrick. And a
second-round draft pick. Why?”
    She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. So it wasn’t Cody.
They’d said they weren’t trading him, but she couldn’t help but have that faint
hope. Oh well. “Oh. Um. I was hoping it wasn’t Fedor.”
    “Oh yeah, you said you’re a friend of Taylor.”
    “Um. Yeah.”
    His eyes warmed as he studied her, gaze again tracking over
her body. The way he looked at her made her bones melt, made her feel as if he
knew every kinky thing she liked to do in bed. Heat flashed