The Heart (Ice Dragons Hockey Book 2)

by RJ Scott

  Jo listened. She’d almost forgotten how money worked out there: who had more, who’d lost what, and what each step meant in social mobility. In the city, working as she did, she’d lost so much of the shit she’d had to learn as a kid. She stripped to her underwear and went into the bathroom. It was as ostentatious as her bedroom, and even though she often experienced a stab of guilt that she should be more grateful, she hated the overwhelming feeling of everything pressing down on her every time she stepped into that house. She started the water—it took some time to fill the huge bath—and went back into her bedroom. Rose was still there; they hadn’t seen each other in a while, so they had a lot to catch up on.

  Rose went straight for the jugular. “Tell me about your hockey player.”

  “He’s not my hockey player,” Jo insisted.

  “So this text means nothing?” Rose asked innocently, and handed over Jo’s iPhone, which clearly showed the first part of a new message from Alex. The message was innocuous—Text me when you get there x—but Rose was grinning like an idiot. “There’s an x.”

  “We’re just texting.”

  “But you had a date, right? He took you to that restaurant. And I liked him.”

  “You warned him off.”

  Rose crossed her legs and rested back on the pillow nest she’d made on Jo’s bed. “I was being a good sister, but he didn’t back down. I loved that. And he was respectful; I liked that too, same as Dad would have.”

  Jo wished Rose hadn’t brought Dad into the conversation; it was the second Christmas they’d been without him, although last year he’d still been alive, or as alive as you could be in a coma. Last Christmas they’d been in shock. This Christmas, for some reason, Mom was set on pulling their family back into the social schedule.

  “How many people are here tonight?”

  Rose sighed. “I lost count at twenty-nine.”

  “Tell me about college,” Jo demanded and, stripping the rest of the way, she climbed into the bath, lowering herself into the mess of bubbles and heat.

  Bliss.

  “I want to talk about your hockey player.”

  “Tell me about college,” Jo repeated, but added a smile.

  It’s good,” Rose said. “I’m not staying at the company, I’ve made a decision about grad school—physics.”

  “Gah,” Jo said, and slid beneath the water. Rose had inherited their dad’s freaky brain, and would no doubt become a doctor in something amazing to do with physics. There were days when Jo envied the ease with which her sister approached education, then she remembered how she’d hated science her entire school career and felt blessed that her love for art was one of the things she’d inherited from Mom. Not a big call for doctors of physics working as firefighters. She popped back up out of the water, seeing that Rose had moved and was on the bathroom floor, her back against the cabinet.

  “What did Mom say?”

  “I haven’t told her,” Rose admitted. “I have a place at MIT, but is it wrong that Massachusetts is way too close and I want to enter Stanford?”

  “I had it easier; you were still at home, still her baby,” Jo said, smoothing back her wet hair and squeezing shampoo onto her hand. “She’ll hate that you’re leaving, but she’ll have to get used to it.”

  “She suggested yesterday that there was always the company to come back to if I wanted it, but when she said it, she sounded so sad.”

  “She always hoped one of us would carry it on, even if Dad knew we wouldn’t.”

  “There’s been noise that the management team there would be happy to buy Mom out.”

  “Really?”

  “She hasn’t said anything, but yeah, it’s out there.”

  Jo lathered up the shampoo, not sure she wanted to hear the reply. Rose was destined for very different things than being a figurehead at an engineering company that was already running independently under a solid management team.

  The times they had done this, sat here talking, as kids growing up, were too numerous to mention. They’d discussed so many important things, from boys to lipstick colors, but this was possibly the deepest discussion Jo had ever had, naked and covered in soap.

  “I want the choice to make my own decisions about this, like you did.”

  “You have that choice, Ro,” she said, going back to the childhood nickname she’d had for her little sister. “You can do anything you want.”

  “But Mom… She looks so…sad all the time. What will she do if I’m not here?”

  “I’ll visit Mom more.”

  Rose sighed dramatically. “We really need to talk about Mom. She’s in this huge house, with all this money, a company she wants no part of…you think we should talk to her about selling?”

  Jo rinsed off the shampoo as she considered what to say.

  “That would be like cutting off her left arm. She’s shown no interest in wanting to move on or back toward her sisters.”

  “Aunty Vi called me and said that Mom had spoken to her about maybe moving closer to them.”

  “Really?” That was a first. Her mom actually allowing that she could live anywhere other than in her mansion in Appletree Point.

  “But she’s looking to me to maybe carry on what Dad did. So can you tell me how to handle this one? Because I don’t know what to do.”

  “I’ll talk to her,” Jo said. “And you should go to grad school.”

  Rose looked hopeful. “You’ll really talk to her?”

  God help me, Jo thought to herself, but she wasn’t going to leave Rose in a situation like that. “Promise.”

  Rose shuffled a bit and opened the large cupboard holding all kinds of shampoos and conditioners. They’d shared the bathroom since they were little, two doors, one to her bedroom, one to Rose’s, and the cupboard had been a space of magic.

  “Try this.” Rose tossed a bottle at Jo, who fluffed catching it and cursed as the bottle hit the water, sending a fountain of soap up at her face. When she’d wiped herself off, she looked at the label. Her favorite conditioner from when she was small. The label said “no tears”, and it was specially formulated for kids. Rose was grinning at her, holding out her hand to catch the return throw.

  But suddenly, remembering the gorgeous smell of strawberries, Jo squeezed half a bottle into her hand and worked it into her hair, sitting back in the bath with the conditioned weight in a messy pile on top of her head.

  Rose moved to lie next to the bath, her head on her hands. “Keith will love that you smell of strawberries,” she teased.

  Splashing water at Rose was very satisfying.

  Chapter 11

  Jo’s phone rang as she was finishing off her makeup, and Rose got to it first.

  “Josephine Caroline Ethel Glievens’ phone.”

  Jo made a grab for it, but Rose danced out of her way.

  “Hey, Alex, and yes, really, that is her full name.” There was laughter. “I’ll pass you over.” Rose held out the phone and quirked a smile. “I’m getting dressed, sis.” She looked at her watch. “You have thirty to get downstairs.”

  She left then, walking through the bathroom and into her own room, shutting the door behind her.

  “Hey,” Jo said, and caught the end of Alex chuckling.

  “Ethel?” he asked.

  “Great Aunt Ethel,” Jo defended. “And I will kill Rose.”

  More chuckling, and the sound of it was enough to make Jo want to join in.

  “What’s your Christmas Eve like?” Alex asked.

  “Don’t go there,” Jo said. “I want to know your middle name.”

  “Mine? Who says I have one?”

  “How embarrassing is it?”

  “Alexandre Avellino Simard. Avellino means longed for, which is fitting given that my mom was nearly thirty when she had me, and according to her, they’d been trying a long, long time, which is something I didn’t really need to know.” She could imagine his expression, which was weird given that she hadn’t seen enough of him to be able to catalo
g everything, but his smile, she’d seen that.

  “You realize telling me that means that now I can’t even laugh at your middle name.”

  He grinned. “It worked, then. So, tell me about your Christmas Eve.”

  “You first.” The last thing she wanted to talk about was what she had coming. Polite socialization, lots of humble-bragging, and Keith-the-dick.

  “The usual—games, food. I mean, Mom took over the kitchen, and I’ve never seen so much food. Couple of the boys who can’t make it home are coming here as well—beers, games, and staying over.”

  “Sounds great.”

  “And yours?”

  “Same,” she said, because the longer explanation wasn’t one she wanted to give.

  “Wait, you have members of the Dragons coming to your place as well?”

  “Ha ha,” she deadpanned, “you’re a funny man.”

  “I wish I was seeing you tonight. It’s been…”

  “Too long?” Jo offered to fill the sudden silence as Alex stopped talking.

  “No, it’s been weird, knowing where you are, and wanting you… To talk to you, touch you, and I can’t.”

  Jo sat down heavily on the side of her bed. “Oh,” she said.

  “Is that too much?” Alex said, quietly, like he was expecting her to hang up.

  “I want to see you too,” she admitted.

  “I have a free afternoon, three hours, the twenty-eighth, can you… Are you…?”

  “Yes, I can. You have a game the next day, right?”

  “Flying out that night.”

  “I’ll come to you.”

  “Will you let me kiss you?” he asked. “I want to touch you so fucking bad.”

  Jo couldn’t stop the flush of arousal that flooded and pooled inside her, and she must have made a noise or something, because he cursed ever so quietly.

  “Jo? Tell me you want to touch me too.”

  “What are you asking?” Jo trailed her fingers to her nipple, erect under her dress, and circled the sensitive nub. Her sister was next door, guests arriving soon, and all she wanted was to slip her fingers under her panties and press right where she ached.

  “I want you so bad, I want to push you against the wall and lift you…”

  “Jesus, Alex,” Jo murmured, squeezing her nipple and gasping at the feel of it, trailing her hand down her belly and slipping a finger under the scrap of silk, feeling how wet she was there, all for him and his soft voice.

  “Are you touching yourself?” Alex asked softly. The tone of his voice had changed, like he’d gone into another room, where his voice was muffled.

  “I can’t help it,” she whimpered as she smoothed the moisture there against her clit. She wriggled on the bed, hoping to hell Rose had meant it when she’d said she’d meet Jo downstairs, and leaned back on the pillows, spreading her legs a little and pressing harder.

  “You know what I’ll do? I’ll hold both of your hands in one of mine, and you’ll let me, and the only thing keeping you standing will be me holding you against the wall. You’ll be begging for kisses, and I’ll push my fingers inside you… How many can you take, Jo? Two…three… I bet I’d find your sweet spot. Do that for me, Jo—get yourself off.”

  “Alex…”

  “I’ve got my hand on my cock, Jo, it’s so fucking hard, and I’d use it, push inside you, hold you still, kiss the breath out of you… And you won’t argue, will you… I’ll be sucking on your nipples so hard, and I’ll have you trapped in my hold, and you’ll let me fuck you against the wall…”

  That image of Alex inside her had her orgasm building and stealing her breath, and then it hit her, and she gasped as she tipped over the edge and called out his name. She heard his breathing, heard the stutter of it, and her name whispered as he was coming.

  “I can’t fucking wait to get you in my arms,” he said.

  A knock on her door had her scrambling. “I’m going down,” Rose called. “You’ve got five, Jo.”

  “Alex, I have to… I need to go.”

  And Alex, the bastard, chuckled. “Me too. Talk soon?”

  Only if you promise to get me off like that again, with just your voice.

  “Soon,” she whispered. And ended the call.

  In a flurry, she cleaned up and splashed cold water on her face, and realized her makeup was going to be minimalist. In five minutes, she’d fixed most of it, pulled on the dress she’d worn to the hockey party, and slipped on the same heels. She knew she looked good in it, and not only did she look good, she felt it from the inside, where it mattered.

  Alex had made her feel that way.

  Wanted.

  Sexy.

  Jo formed part of the receiving line with her mom and sister, as usual feeling like the odd one out. Rose had her mom’s tiny frame and long blonde hair, all cute and girly. She, on the other hand, had inherited her dad’s height and was a good five inches taller than her mom and Rose. Although she wasn’t doing her usual thing where she stooped. Because Alex had made her feel sexy, and she was still tingling from that orgasm.

  Keith, with his parents flanking him, took the time to talk to her, demanding some time with her later because he had missed her face—those were his words, and he delivered them with his best cute smile.

  She managed to fob him off, and avoid him most of the evening, and bless her, Rose ran interference. But by the time everyone left, Iris was looking decidedly unhappy.

  “You could have at least encouraged him,” she said. “He’s on the market now.”

  “I don’t like him,” Jo said evenly, hoping her mom would drop it. But she didn’t, and right there in front of the caterers cleaning the area, she delivered a familiar line.

  “How else will you ever find someone when you are like you are?”

  Jo bit her tongue. They would talk tomorrow, when her mom was back on an even keel, and when there was a chance of a Christmas miracle. “Night, Mom,” she said, but clearly that wasn’t it.

  “Why did you not even make an effort tonight? Do you know how much effort I had to make?”

  Jo sighed. “They bore me…” she began, and then stopped. “Why did we even have to do this tonight, Mom?”

  And then Jo had the wind knocked out of her when her mom’s face crumpled. “I don’t know what else to do, do you get that?” Tears slid down her mom’s face, and, back straight, she disappeared down the corridor toward the one room she seemed settled in; Dad’s study.

  Rose slipped a hand through Jo’s arm. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s do this.”

  And together they walked to the study.

  Iris had her back to them, staring at the portrait of her, Rose, and Jo that held pride of place right opposite the large oak desk.

  “Mom?” Jo asked. “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

  Her shoulders stiffened momentarily and then relaxed. “You didn’t, I’m a mess.” Then she turned to face them, and Jo noticed the tears were gone, but her mom was worrying her lip with her teeth. Iris Glievens did not do things like that. “I miss him every day.”

  “So do we,” Rose said, speaking for her and Jo.

  “Every day,” Jo added.

  “Why did he even climb that ladder? Why did he go anywhere near the machinery? Why would he leave us that way?”

  Jo wished she had answers. Sometimes the blackness of grief escaped the hold she had on it, and that was after counseling and talking until she was blue in the face.

  “I tried tonight,” Iris said, and sat carefully on the edge of the sofa that sat in the corner of the study. “I talked to those people, and I imagined a life where I was back there, hosting parties and dinners, and I realized that without your dad at my side, this was never going to be the same.”

  Rose sighed. “Mom—”

  “Let me finish, Rose. I owe Jo an apology, for thinking we could ever get to the point where we would be a normal family.”

  “We are a normal family, Mom, or at least we could be, if you let us.”
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br />   Iris pressed a hand to her chest, but there was honesty in the movement, no theatrics. “You know what Keith said to me tonight? With his mom at his side, he actually suggested that we needed him to run the company, and he wasn’t too worried which daughter he made a union with.”

  “A union,” Rose scoffed. “Who even talks like that anymore?”

  “The thing was,” Iris continued, “he said that with no trace of irony. He honestly thought I would stand there and consider it.”

  “I’ll kill him for you,” Rose muttered.

  “I want to sell the house,” Iris announced. “Unless either of you have an emotional attachment that means you’d like me to reconsider.”

  “Mom, do you want us to reconsider?” Jo asked, not sure what they were supposed to be saying. “Do you want us to stop you selling?”

  Iris looked at Jo, and then Rose, and kind of deflated a little. “No, I want to go, to buy a smaller place close to your aunts. I want to wear jeans, and eat at the kitchen table and…everything. I want to be able to live without your dad, however hard it will be. You girls and your father were my everything, and now he’s gone.”

  “And the company?”

  “I want it gone. It stole Simon from me. The management team have offered me a settlement, and I’d like to take it, let them buy me out.”

  Jo moved first, sitting next to her mom and holding her hand, then Rose sat on the opposite side and all three embraced.

  “Please, Jo,” Iris murmured into her hair. “Please stay safe, I know what you need to do, I know it’s your calling, but I can’t lose someone else.”

  Jo held her mom closer. “Of course I will, Mom.”

  They dressed up warm for the visit to Simon Glieven’s grave. Jo and Rose held back to allow Iris some time; she was talking to him, and for the longest time they allowed her the time to talk. Then she looked back at them and half smiled, gesturing for them to join her.

  “Tell him everything,” she said. “Tell me what I miss by not asking.”

  Rose talked about her boyfriend who wasn’t a boyfriend anymore, and about her thoughts on which grad school to go to.