Holiday Hockey Tale The Icebreaker's Impasse (By Ivory Row) novel Chapter 5

Luci

Easton Reed is Cole’s father…that would not have ever been a thought in my mind. Though looking at him grinning next to the crouching Icebreaker hockey captain, I can see it. Cole’s eyes are mostly light blue, but there is a hint of that silver color there. His hair is a little more golden, but there’s a lot of ash blonde mixed in.

I step back as my mind swirls with that new information. My finger begins swiping across my thumb nail. It’s my coping mechanism for calming myself as I try to process new information or deal with stress.

I have questions. Not that I would get answers. Since I can’t ask, I let my brain take off on its own.

I suppose I can go back to job hunting. There is no way the four kings will allow me anywhere near their son and nephew. I assumed Cole’s surname was Walters since he seems to live with his grandparents. I should have asked. Mrs. Walters must be his maternal grandmother because these are the Reed brothers. Is Cole’s mother going to waltz into her parents’ house next? Is she someone I know too? I try to think of Easton’s rumored dating history. I don’t see Imogen Walters allowing any daughter of hers to be a puck bunny.

Next time, you need more details, Luci. It was too good to be true…

“Miss Luci?”

I realize Baker has called my name a few times. I blink rapidly, seeing the four hockey gods in front of me watching me like I’m some kind of oddity on display. Which I am to them.

“Sorry, Mr. Baker. I was lost in thought.” I focus on him, ignoring the worry clawing at my stomach and the way my heart is pounding.

“I asked if you were still joining Cole for dinner with the others being here.” He is watching me with concern.

I got lost way too long, I realize a little panicked. Please don’t make me explain this to them. I’m sure they’d be delighted to share my issues with everyone. I open my mouth to ask a few questions when I’m cut off.

“No, of course she isn’t Baker, as the boys are here to spend time with Cole, and I’m home. I see you’ve now met Cole’s father, Luci.” I whirl to find Imogen Walters standing behind me. She is almost glaring at me like I went poking around the house and found her collection of dead bodies. “I will remind you that under the NDA you signed, you cannot reveal Cole’s last name is Reed, nor their identities.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” I tell her quietly, forcing myself to pay attention.

“Good. Then go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She dismisses me quickly.

“Bye, Cole. Enjoy your dinner.” I crouch down to hug him before whispering in his ear. “Dream about Jedi puppies.”

“I thought Luci was eating with me too.” He walks over to Easton after I release him.

Mrs. Walters answers him quickly. “Not tonight, Cole. Follow Baker into the dining room.”

His shoulders slump a little, but he waves to me before taking Baker’s hand. I return the wave until he’s out of sight. My eyes dart quickly towards the brothers and what I see has me scurrying off to the living room to grab my bag and purse as Mrs. Walters greets them formally. Absolute annoyance radiates from Easton at the very least.

“That’s his new nanny?” I hear him ask coldly and wince. Guess someone didn’t share my name, though he probably doesn’t even know it. Or maybe he’s not an involved parent.

I manage to get out the front door within minutes not wanting to hear more. On the drive home, I tick off possible new jobs I could look for since the nanny and pet sitting agency hasn’t had anything lately. I’m sure the Ice Kings will have me dismissed before I show up tomorrow.

I’m on edge all morning waiting to be fired. This is the day I don’t have classes with the athletes thankfully, because I might lose my lunch I’m so nervous.

Walking out of my last class, I’m surprised I have no messages. There’s enough time to grab lunch and get ready to pick up Cole. I have to type up some of my homework too, but that should be feasible with two hours until I need to leave. Strangely, I feel so organized and on top of things today. Maybe being on edge is good for my brain.

I smile until I turn the corner outside to head to my car and almost collide with half the football team. Coach Frank Humphries is with them and as soon as he sees me, his mouth sets into a firm line. He begins marching my way and I consider turning tail and running. I’m pretty fast even with a backpack on. I stand my ground instead.

“Forrester…make sure you graduate this year so you can get the f**k away from my campus.” He says menacingly as he brushes past me.

Talk about misplaced anger, and I’d like to yell at him.

I wait until they pass and head down the sidewalk to the parking lot. I remind myself to look up and not at my feet. Luckily, I glance up when I do. There stand the Reed brothers at the end of the path I’m on. Do they always travel together like that? I backtrack to avoid them.

I leave for Cole’s preschool after doubly checking my phone for any texts and messages from Mrs. Walters. Nothing. Perhaps she prefers to end your tenure in person.

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