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Thin Ice
by Jaxine Daniels
Category: Romance
Description: Mattie Kincaid wants to be a sportswriter so badly she's even willing to take an assignment following a hockey team around--even though she knows squat about hockey and cares even less. What she doesn't know is that her editor has a secret agenda. Grant Alexander has no use for reporters, "especially female ones," not since the last one seduced him to try and make her career on pillow talk by getting him to reveal details of his teammates' private lives. He finds Mattie's bumbling attempts to look like a pro amusing--until he finds out why she's really covering the Storm. Trapped in a web of misunderstanding, afraid to open her heart and have it shattered again, Mattie seems doomed to spend the rest of her life with a broken heart.
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications/eXtasy eBooks, 2004 www.zumayapublications.com
eBookwise Release Date: June 2004
 
18 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [245 KB]
Words: 54375
Reading time: 155-217 min.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting," she croaked, extending her hand. "I'm Mattie Kincaid. And you are?" "Grant, Grant Alexander," he said, turning. "Do you have luggage?" "Um, yes I do." "Then let's go get it so I can get out of here." Mattie practically had to jog to keep up with the man. She'd said she was sorry. It wasn't even her fault that her plane was late. He didn't have to be nasty. Her luggage had not arrived at the baggage carousel. Mattie stood nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. She ventured a peek at the forbidding man next to her. He stood stiffly, whacking his magazine absently against his thigh. Suddenly, he whirled around to face her. She nearly jumped back. "Listen, Miss Kincaid, I'm sorry for snapping at you back there." He didn't look sorry. "It's not your fault that the plane was late or that you're not Matt Kincaid. Someone obviously got your name wrong." Now he extended his hand. "Truce?" "Uh, I guess." Mattie shook his proffered hand, hoping hers wasn't sweaty. "So Mr... what was it again?" "Alexander, Grant Alexander." "Mr. Alexander, I take it you work for the Storm?" "Yeah, I'm a forward." "Oh." Mattie searched her brain for meaning. She hoped her confusion didn't show on her face. Something gave way on his face as he stared at her. Finally he grinned. Holy Cow! The man's blue eyes danced with amusement. His smile was, well, electric. It changed everything. If he was good looking before ... Holy Cow.
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