His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 168

Olive’s POV

“JT, why the fuck are you calling me at this ungodly hour when I’m out with your girlfriend?” I said, my voice coming out louder than I’d intended, probably because I had to compete with the bass still thumping through the walls even in this supposedly quieter corner.

“I’m sorry, Olive,” JT said, and he actually sounded sorry, his voice tight with anxiety. “I just-I need your help. Please. I know the timing is terrible but I didn’t know who else to call.”

I stared at my phone for a second, trying to figure out if I was actually speaking with the right person, because I genuinely couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a real conversation with JT except maybe at Brenda’s birthday party almost a year ago, and even then it had been mostly small talk about work and sport and whether the appetizers were any good.

My mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario, panic flooding my system.

Was everything okay with Brenda? Was Brenda hurt in some way I didn’t know about? Had something happened and JT was calling me because he couldn’t reach her?

Instantly I was on high alert, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Did something happen?” I asked urgently, pressing the phone harder against my ear. “Is Brenda okay? JT, what’s wrong?”

“What? No, no-Brenda’s fine,” JT said quickly, seeming to realize how his opening had sounded. “She’s perfect. She’s more than perfect, actually, which is kind of the whole reason I’m calling you.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, my shoulders sagging with relief even as confusion replaced the panic.

“Okay, so if nothing’s wrong, then why are you calling me right now while I’m literally sitting in a club with Brenda?” I asked, leaning against the wall because my legs suddenly felt unsteady, “What could possibly be so urgent that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

JT was quiet for a moment, and I could hear him taking a deep breath like he was preparing himself for something.

“I’m going to propose to Brenda,” he said finally, the words coming out in a rush. “Next week. On her birthday. And I need your help to make it perfect.”

I froze, my entire body going completely still as my brain tried to process what he’d just said,

Propose.

Marriage.

Brenda.

“You’re wait, what?” I managed to get out my voice coming out strangled. “You’re going to propose? To

Brenda? Next week?”

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