His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 155

Olive’s POV

Immediately, her Spanish accent broke through the phone, war and concerned. “Hello, Olive. I saw your missed calls. I’m so sorry, I’ve been super busy. What’s going on? Are you good?”

I closed my eyes for a second, looking down the hallway where the sound of the TV was coming from, where the twins were probably already engrossed in their show.

Yes I was just-1 bit my lip, not knowing what to say and rethinking my decision to call her in the first place.

What was I going to tell her anyway?

That I was going to show up at her apartment unannounced because I was being threatened by an unknown person who’d been tracking me? That somehow my dead brother had been murdered and my hot, complicated boyfriend had known about it and I was trying to dig up the truth secretly but someone was always one step ahead of me?

“Olive, are you still there?”

Fuck.

Yes, shit, I got carried away.” The lie came out smooth, smoother than it should have. “I just wanted to check in on you. And forgive my presumptuousness for calling you more than once. I apologize.”

When had I become such a smooth liar?

“Oh, come on, babe. I feel so touched,” Paloma said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “You know what? Why don’t we meet on Wednesday night? I have tickets to this Italian club-don’t even ask me how I got them. Let’s go fuck some Italian men.”

I almost cringed at her last words, but I reminded myself that I’d done worse-much worse—which reminded me of that night in the club when Zane had pinned me against the wall and fucked me like some kind of beautiful maniac and god, I’d loved every second of it.

“I don’t think I can,” I whispered, my mind already adding this to the growing list of complications in my life.

I had nanny duties now with the twins that I’d never actually signed up for, and Brenda was going to absolutely murder me if she found out I’d gotten another best friend and went clubbing with her without an invitation—she’d probably post it on a fucking billboard just like she did that one time I forgot to invite her to a work event.

“Why is that so? Is your favorite hockey star player so clingy that he wouldn’t allow you out?” Paloma teased.

I chuckled, the sound coming out lighter than I expected, and somehow it reduced the uneasiness that had been sitting in my chest like a weight.

“No, that’s not it. It’s actually worse than that. I have a very possessive best friend, She’d go absolutely insane if she knew I went clubbing with someone else. It’s a rule breaker in our friendship code. She’s honestly worse than Zane.”

Paloma laughed hard, genuine and warm. “Oh girl, I understand completely. Well, why don’t you invite her over? Remember I told you I have three tickets. Plus, I kind of just broke up with my boyfriend, so I need a drinking squad. We’re betting a thousand bucks on who gets drunk first.”

She said it so lightly, like heartbreak was just another Tuesday, ad I found myself smiling despite everything.

“Okay, that actually sounds tempting. I’ll inform my friend abou this. I think she’ll like you.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Paloma giggled, and I could absolutely picture he smile on her face,

We said our goodbyes and I ended the call, then stood there for second thinking about what I’d just agreed to.

I’d just committed to a girls’ night out when someone was actively threatening my life and my brother’s murder investigation was sitting in my laptop and Judy’s funeral was in five days.

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