Watch Your Mouth (Kings of the Ice #2) Read Online Kandi Steiner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of the Ice Series by Kandi Steiner
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
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I smirked a little, glad she was at least somewhat paying attention.

“You sure you’re okay?”

I sighed. “Yeah.”

“Good. Well, I hate to rush off the phone, but your father and I are heading out the door to go to dinner with the Marpets. They just bought a new Ferretti and want to take us out for a spin on the lake.”

Only my parents would be casually going to dinner on their friends’ new yacht.

“Oh! Will we see you at Vince’s tournament in a few days?”

My stomach soured a bit as I swallowed. “Tournament?”

“He’s doing a charity golf tournament in St. Louis. I thought maybe he would have told you about it. Anyway, we’ll be there! We’re happy to fly you in, if you’d like. And we can get you a room!”

This must have been the tournament Jaxson was playing in, too.

“I’ll be there,” I assured her. “But don’t worry about the flights. I’m…” I decided less was more in the case of details at the present moment. “I already have it taken care of.”

“Okay, my little adventurer. See you then. We’re wearing our Ospreys t-shirts if you want to match!”

I didn’t bother trying to not roll my eyes then, and with a kissy noise, Mom ended the call.

I sat there staring at myself in the mirror for a long moment.

She’d asked if I was okay, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she probably didn’t actually care. I’d told her about the breakup when I was on my way to Vince’s house, and she’d only half-listened to me then, too, it seemed.

She’d forgotten about it already, not even asking about Trent on the phone even though I’d dated him for months.

I snorted at the term date, because it felt like I’d been living in a false reality. To me, we were dating. But to him?

We were nothing.

I growled in annoyance at myself. I didn’t even care. He was a smelly nomad with long hair who charmed me with his late-night thoughts on the universe. I didn’t even feel that sad about losing him, specifically.

I was just sad that I was so easy to toss aside.

And, if I was being honest, I couldn’t help but compare my mom’s reaction to my heartbreak to the way she and Dad had fawned over Maven after meeting her for the first time. She and Vince weren’t even together, and yet my parents were invested, probably planning a wedding well before there was an engagement even announced.

If they had broken up, my parents would have flown into Tampa and fussed over Vince, doing everything they could to fix the situation.

With me, it was almost as if they expected it.

Something sour bubbled in my stomach, something that felt a lot like it would pull me under the shadow of sadness if I let it. So, I snuffed it out before it had the chance.

Planting my hands on the vanity, I stood, shaking my head. “That’s enough of that,” I declared out loud, smiling at myself in the mirror. “Look around you, Grace. You’re in a Five-Star hotel in one of the liveliest cities in the South. You’re twenty-two years old, have money in your pocket, and don’t have a single thing tying you down.” I locked eyes with myself in the mirror, ignoring how much of my mother I saw in that reflection. “Tonight is not a night to mope around. It’s a night to make new friends, to make new memories, to live.”

I inhaled a deep breath and the resolve that came with those words, and then I hurriedly got dressed, picking one of my slightly nicer sundresses and my less-beat-up sandals from my suitcase. My hair was still damp as I ran my hands through it and tried to give it a little volume at the top. Then, I slid my hotel key card into my clutch and bolted for the door.

The hallway was empty, and I looked down at the time on my phone, noting that it had been an hour. I tried to ignore the zing of disappointment in my chest as I wobbled up onto my toes and back down to my heels, looking down the hall at where Jaxson’s door was.

I waited four minutes before I straightened my back and made my way to the elevator.

It doesn’t matter, I assured myself. And honestly, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Jaxson Brittain was a grown ass man. I was shocked he’d dropped everything to take this trip with me. He likely only did it because he was the kind of guy to help everyone around him, the kind who’d give the shirt off his own back if it meant helping someone else out.

Or maybe he was just bored.

My chest was buckling under the pressure of the night when I stepped inside the elevator, and I soothed my rib cage with my fingertips, forcing a calm breath. I was already working out the words I’d say to Jaxson in the morning, how I could cut this trip short and set him free of whatever obligation he felt like he had to me.


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