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The outfit would come in dead last in a fashion show, but she could use the weather as an excuse for her overheated body.
    Twenty feet from the door of the arena, car tires squealed behind them. Tanner wrapped his arms around her, stealing her breath. Dominic sandwiched her from the other side. A group of women screamed their joy inside the car at catching Dominic before practice.
    “Idiots,” Dominic muttered.
    “We’ll get rid of them.” Tanner let go of Diana.
    She found herself thrust into Dominic’s embrace. Her sleeves had unrolled during the excitement, and all she could do is stand there with her arms hanging down, pinned to her sides. The clothes situation was going to have to change. If she had to defend herself against other women, she’d do more damage if her arms were usable.
    “Let’s get you inside.” Dominic ushered her up the steps and into the building. “Tanner and Evan will guard the doors for the next two hours. We’re safe.”
    “Your life seriously sucks, dude.” She yanked up her sleeves, fixed her scarf, and followed him farther into the building, thankful for the chill in the air.
    He stopped at a set of double doors and pointed to their left. “Vending machines are down that way. I need to go change in the locker room. When you’re done, go through these doors. You can watch until practice is over.”
    “Okay.” She hiked the sleeve of the sweatshirt and took his wallet out of her purse. “Maybe I’ll buy a snack, but I’ll pay you back. You can deduct it out of our agreement.”
    “Diana.” He blew out his breath. “We’ll discuss this later. I’m going to get suited up. I’ll meet you right here after practice.”
    He lumbered away. She gazed after him, watching his jeans tug against his solid legs. Her stomach growled. Food. That would get her mind off almost kissing him in the car.
    Five minutes later, with a coffee in one hand and a Hostess Ding Dong and Dominic’s wallet in the other hand, Diana worked her way to the front seats by the rink, right behind the Plexiglas. After fumbling with the flip up seat, she managed to sit down without spilling her drink. The voices from the players echoed in the empty arena. The slice of their skates cut through the air. She shivered, set everything but her coffee in her lap, and cuddled the warm cup between her hands.
    Half the players wore red shirts and the other half wore white. Both teams sported the San Jose Sharks logo on their jersey. She studied the men, trying to find Dominic. They all appeared similar in size.
    Her gaze landed on number thirty-one. He looked her way, and she waved. She’d recognize his broad shoulders anywhere. He skated toward her, spraying ice when he slid to a stop in front of the see-through protective wall.
    He tapped the glass with his hockey stick. “Warm enough?”
    She nodded, and twirled her finger in the air. “Turn around.”
    “Huh?”
    “Rotate. I want to see what you wear,” she said.
    He cocked his head, and pivoted around in a circle. She giggled quietly, liking the way his ass looked in the tight white pants. No wonder women went crazy for him.
    Laughter broke out on the rink. She followed Dominic’s gaze to the other members of his team and found them pointing at her and slapping each other in amusement. She frowned.
    “What’s their problem?”
    “Probably jealous. Just ignore them.” He motioned with his stick. “I need to get back. Two hours and I’ll be done.”
    She stuck her thumb up. “Good luck.”
    “It’s just practice.”
    “So?” She grinned. “Go kick their ass for laughing at you.”
    He skated away and by the expression on his face, she knew he was laughing at her. His dimple showed and the skin at the edge of his eyes crinkled. She settled down and opened her Ding Dongs.
    Over the course of the next hour, she watched Dominic skate around and pass the puck back and forth. No one seemed to hit the black flat disc toward the goals at the end of the