The Definition of Icing: A Dallas Demons Hockey Romance (Dallas Demons Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

take a chance.”
    I think about this, and as always, Lexi is right. Nate was different, and my gut tells me there were many more things to discover about him.
    But in the end, even if Nate had said yes, then what? What if we hit it off and started dating? I’d have to let Nate in, something I have refused to do since I broke up with Chase. And would Nate like the real me? That I’m a girl with flaws and faults and very far from being perfect like everyone expects? Would the real me be enough?
    No, it’s probably a good thing Nate wasn’t interested. It simply saved me a whole lot of heartache in the end.
    So I should be relieved.
    But instead, I find myself disappointed.
    And there’s nothing I can do about it.
    I drive up to the address Kylie Flynn gave me and study the home in front of me. Of course, I wasn’t surprised that they lived in Highland Park, the wealthiest suburb in Dallas, but I was expecting a sweeping mansion.
    Instead, I find myself at a beautiful home, an older home, but nothing insane huge like I imagined. It’s gorgeous, though, with lush landscaping and mature trees.
    I go up the driveway and park my car. Kylie had kept her word and emailed me the next day, wanting to set up an appointment to discuss ideas for her sister-in-law’s gender-reveal party for their expected baby.
    I step out of the car, lifting up my long, black and white chevron print maxi dress, so I don’t step on it. Kylie told me over the phone to please dress casually when I came over, as it’s hot out, and she was most likely going to be in yoga pants and a tank top anyway.
    She’s so my kind of girl , I think. I go around to the passenger side of my car and open the door. I lift up my box and try not to have the branches for my s’mores tree poke me in the face. Then I shut the door using my hip and head up the sidewalk.
    As I reach the porch, I hear dogs barking. I shift the box a bit and quickly press the doorbell with my finger, then go back to holding the box with both hands.
    I hear Kylie say something to the dogs, and they cease barking. The door opens, and true to her word, a yoga-clothing-clad Kylie greets me.
    “Hi, Kenley,” she says, smiling brightly at me. “Thank you so much for coming over.”
    “Hello,” I say, smiling back at her. “I’m happy to be here.”
    “Let’s go on back to the kitchen,” Kylie says.
    I nod and follow her, taking in the Flynn residence as I do. And the home seems to match the couple. I see blues and stripes and florals, making the home comfortable and soothing.
    I enter the kitchen, and I’m awed by the beauty. It’s charming and done in white and Robin’s egg blue.
    “Your kitchen is amazing,” I say, setting my box down on her island. The appliances are all top of the line, yet retro in style. Unexpected, but again, it works for them.
    Kylie beams. “Thank you. Harrison and I renovated it ourselves.”
    “Really?” I ask, surprised.
    “Yep,” Kylie says, nodding. “Please, have a seat. “Would you like something to drink? Bottled water, iced tea?”
    “Water would be great, thank you,” I say, taking my iPad out of my tote. “But y’all seriously renovated this kitchen yourselves?”
    “We actually did the whole house,” Kylie explains as she opens the door to her refrigerator. “Harrison and I enjoy working on projects together, and he’s into woodworking, so it’s something we’re passionate about. We’re always searching for the next thing to work on.”
    I sit there, surprised. Wow. Who would have thought this multi-millionaire couple would do all this hard work themselves simply because they loved doing projects together?
    Kylie sets a bottle of water down in front of me, and then she puts a pitcher of iced tea on the countertop. I watch as she reaches for a glass, then moves to a hanging basket and retrieves a lemon.
    “You can go ahead and start while I slice this up,” Kylie says. “Or would you rather have a glass with ice and lemon for