Page 51 of Rule Breaker

“Some of them symbolize remembrance,” I paused, swallowing past the lump in my throat. “My mom passed away seven years ago. The other tattoos represent vigilance. A reminder to never let my guard down. Not on the ice, not anywhere.”

For once, Kayden sat still and didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and stared at me.

“And that’s all I’m gonna say.”

“Why’s your guard up? Who hurt you?” Kayden asked. “Wait, it was the fight that triggered your reaction?”

“I’ve already said enough. I don’t want to talk about it,” I snapped.

Kayden sighed. “I’m sorry. I just?—”

“Sorry doesn’t change things,” I bit out. But for once, I regretted my sharp mouth. What was I doing? This wasn’t Kayden’s fault. Not what happened and not my reaction on the ice. “But, thanks. I’m fine, okay? I panicked, but, it’s over. I’m good.”

Kayden sat back, and the chair creaked.

Then I remembered. “The game. What happened?”

I desperately needed a change in subject.

“Cougars one, Boston a big fat zero.”

“And Sean?”

Kayden shrugged. “He did alright. But he’s not nearly as good as you.”

That made me feel better. It shouldn’t, but it did.

“Well, you can see that I’m fine now,” I announced as I stood up and headed for the door. “You should go.”

“Why don’t we hang out for a bit? Order food? Play video games?” Kayden offered.

I turned around and leaned back against the door.

Tell him to go. You don’t need him. You don’t need anyone.

“And maybe, with that beautiful mind of yours, you can help me track down whoever bought me that bracelet kit.”

The goddamn bracelets. What was wrong with me? Andbeautiful mind? Only Kayden.

“What about the party?” I asked.

“It doesn’t start until ten. We’ve got a couple of hours.”

“No.”

Kayden’s face fell, and he made to stand up. His head nearly hit the ceiling.

“I mean, no to the party. I think.”

It wasn’t like me to be indecisive. Kayden glanced at my bed and suddenly, I went from ice cold to burning hot. What the hell was wrong with me? He walked over and sat down on the end of the bed, and I swallowed hard at the sight.

“This okay?” he asked. “That chair’s not my favorite. I’m afraid I’m gonna break it.”

I barked out a laugh. Shit.

“Do that again,” he demanded.

“What?”