Free Blind Ice (Razors Ice Book 5) by Rachelle Vaughn Page A

how much information people revealed when they didn’t realize someone was listening. Most of the time it seemed as if they wanted the whole world to know their business.
    Tuning out the room, Julia focused on Kate. “How was last night?” she asked her sister. “I listened to Havergal Brian’s The Gothic in its entirety. And it’s two hours long.”
    “I, uh, I made penne rigate and salad with that raspberry vinaigrette you like.”
    Julia smirked. She could tell that tone of voice anywhere. “You got laid!” she whispered.
    “Julia!” Kate whispered back. “How’d you—what makes you think… God, there’s no fooling you, is there?”
    “Who is he and what did he do to get you so flustered?”
    Phew, flustered wasn’t the half of it. Kate didn’t dare tell Julia that Logan was one of her patients. It was bad enough that she’d broken the sacred code of professionalism. “His name is Logan. He’s a hockey player. He plays for the Razors.”
    “ How’d you meet? ” Julia drew out the question like a fifth grade girl would.
    Sheesh, there it was. The inevitable.
    Kate grimaced. She couldn’t lie to her sister. Besides, Julia would catch the lie as soon as it left her lips anyway. “At the office.”
    “Wow. So, your new persona is working!” Julia was happy for Kate and excited to hear that she’d met someone new. She’d sat with her as she packed away tubs of ice cream after her divorce from Carl. And then, after allowing a sufficient grieving period, Julia had nudged her sister back out into the real world to reclaim her life. And it was starting to look like it had worked.
    Kate blew out a breath and moved from half lotus position into lotus pose. “Like you wouldn’t even believe.”
    The fluid movements put Kate even more in tune with her already happily humming body and she felt like a hormone-fueled teenager by the end of the class.
     
    * * *
    Logan was wearing his jersey, but it wasn’t a game day. Today he would join his teammates on a trip to the Red Valley Children’s Hospital. There, they would spend some time with the kids and show their support. The visit would put things in perspective by allowing them to step into another world for the day and experience what the kids were going through. It would be nice to see a smile on their faces; a smile here and there was all Logan and his teammates could offer.
    “Best behavior, boys,” Cody Lambert, the team’s captain reminded them as they strode into the hospital as a group.
    “Yeah, you’d better watch the f-bombs, Trik,” Pete Fontaine commented.
    A pained expression settled over Trik’s face. “Oh, fuck, I forgot.”
    Pete doubled over with laughter and Cody and Logan shook their heads at the genuine look of horror on Trik’s face. The guy really did have a difficult time watching his language. Hopefully when they passed through the front doors of the hospital his brain would kick on the propriety filter.
    The big, burly hockey players dressed in jerseys and jeans looked out of place in the halls of the bleak hospital. A few of the nurses eyed the players like they had never seen a man before—or at least had one warm their bed in a long, long while.
    Logan didn’t pay much attention to the appreciative glances sent his way by the female staff. He was here for the kids. Trik, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He would probably be discovered humping a nurse in a broom closet somewhere before the day was over.
    One of the nurses approached Logan and fluttered long spidery eyelashes at him. “Hi, my name’s Kammie.” She pointed to the nametag that was pinned awfully close to her left breast. By the mischievous look in her eyes, she had meant to graze her fingers across her nipple while needlessly pointing out her name to him. “Kammie with a K ,” she added.
    “Hey Kammie.” Logan looked around the lobby. As expected, there was some confusion as the event coordinator attempted to give direction to