The Hockey Prince's Secret Ice Queen

igh

. The afternoon sun was sharp, and all I wanted was the sanctuary of my

! That one!

all of Briar University hockey players blocked the pa

y prince and resident academic genius-was being shoved in my directio

up. Right now, boys were just unneces

n. He was tall, casting a shadow that swallowed me

was deeper, softer than I'd exp

kee started catcalling. "A kiss, Julian

pollutant degradation rates nearly sli

rd shooting up. "I don't h

opeless teammates, then his gaze returned to me, surprisingly si

ro interest in this brand of ca

t?" he said suddenly, his vo

e. How did he know my name? I was

fessor Desmond Beaumont's student," he

knew who I was, but because he'd mentioned Professor

a step closer, lowering his voice so only we

umont... The monster-level genius with a dou

stuck on the data processing. I needed an expert in co

ds were a key, unlocking all my defenses in an instant. "The non

e difficulty. In that moment, he wasn't the ca

t-"I can help you process all your data models in return.

teammates. A meaningless, theatrical kiss in

t war. My heart pounded at the s

eard my own voice,

rected, as if seeing my disc

s about to make a critical expe

orious cheer, but Julian just g

lips were a light, brief touch against my cheek,

nd us, but all I could feel was th

e from his pocket. "I'll need your conta

number, watching him save

and then he was gone, swept away by his friends, le

, my other hand clutching my papers. Di

nd sent a text to my best friend, A