She opened her mouth to give him an answer, then realized one didn’t immediately come to mind. Okay, so she had been focusing a lot on work. But that was by choice, and sacrifices had to be made when the prize was her own fashion line. “I can’t remember.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought. And that’s why you’re cranky. You probably haven’t gotten laid in at least a year.”

She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with him. Besides, it was more like a year and a half, but she was not admitting that, especially not to Drew, the hot stud who probably got laid four times a week. “That’s so not true.”

He gave her a wry grin that spoke volumes about how he didn’t believe her.

Damn him.

She thought they were going to stop at a bistro for some coffee and conversation, so when he took her to the ice rink, she stopped and tugged her hand from his.

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, for you. You skate for a living. I haven’t skated in a very long time.”

“Come on. It’s like riding a bike. You never forget how.”

“Wanna bet?”

“You’re chicken.”

“I’m also not twelve. That ploy isn’t going to work on me, Drew.”

“Fine. You hang here. I’ll skate.”

Oh, sure. And he’d be mobbed by all the attractive women currently skating on the rink, and it would be college all over again.

No way.

“Okay, I’ll do this. But no laughing when I fall on my ass.”

“I don’t intend to let you fall on your ass.”

She followed him inside and they rented skates. The teenager working the counter recognized Drew immediately.

“You’re Drew Hogan from the Travelers.”

Drew gave the kid a wide smile. “I am.” Drew looked at the kid’s name tag. “And you’re Justin.”

Justin grinned. “So cool. And you’re going to skate here?”

“I am.” Drew paid and Justin reverently handed over the skates to Drew like they were a prized trophy.

Carolina rolled her eyes.

They headed to a locker and she took off her boots, grateful that she’d worn jeans today. Maybe they’d cushion her fall.

The walk on the carpeted area seemed easy enough, but she hadn’t been lying to Drew when she’d told him it had been a really long time since she’d skated.

He took her hand and led her to the entrance of the rink.

“So how long has it been?”

She tried to recall the last time. She’d gone with a group of friends to a park rink. “Three years, maybe?”

“Not that long.”

She slanted him a look. “An eternity.”

He laughed. “We’ll start out slow.”

He stepped out onto the ice first, then flipped around and held his hands out.

She hesitated.

“I promise I won’t let you fall, Carolina.”

She was being ridiculous and she knew it. As she surveyed the rather thick crowd of skaters, several people slipped and fell, then laughed, got up, and tried again.

She had no idea why she was being such a baby about this.

Maybe because she’d humiliated herself once in front of Drew by getting drunk and throwing herself at him.

The ice was his home. This was where he was the most comfortable. The last thing she wanted to do was appear to be a novice.

Which she absolutely was.

She should have just stayed in the damn car.

Instead, she gripped his hands and took a tentative slide onto the ice. Her ankles wobbled and she fought for balance.

Drew was right there, wrapping his arm around her to hold her upright. “Take a deep breath and relax. I’ve got you. You’re not gonna fall. Just listen to the sound of my voice.”

Still holding on to her, he moved in front of her and tipped her chin up. “Don’t look down at your skates. That’ll screw up your balance. Look straight ahead. And don’t forget, there’s no way you’ll fall, as long as I’m holding you, so just enjoy this, okay?”

He finished off with a confident smile. She nodded. “Okay.”

“Then let’s skate.”

His calm assurance helped her focus. He moved beside her, his arm securely wrapped around her as he slowly skated forward while she tried to remember how to skate instead of walk.

In the beginning, Drew mainly dragged her along, but she realized she was never going to get proficient at this if she didn’t at least try, so she moved her skates forward, and it all started coming back to her. It helped that Drew had a strong hold on her.

And he was right. With his firm grip on her she wasn’t going to fall, so that gave her confidence to try. Soon muscle memory took over, and she remembered what it felt like to glide across the ice.

“Now you’ve got it. Just like that.”

He was so patient with her, not once going too fast. And when she wobbled, he’d tighten his hold on her and slow things down.

After about twenty minutes she felt like she had a handle on it, so she pushed out, gripped his hand and separated them.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Just don’t let go.”

His gaze met hers. “I won’t. I promise.”

They made a full circle around the rink, and as she began to relax, she finally had a chance to look around at the other people. They had drawn a crowd of onlookers, both on the rink and those looking over it.

Or, rather, Drew had. It didn’t surprise her that he had been recognized, especially on the ice.

And when a boy about eight years old skated up to them, Drew immediately pulled in close to her and came to a stop.

“Hey. You’re Drew Hogan, forward for the Travelers.”

Drew smiled at the boy. “I am. And what’s your name?”

The boy revealed a gap-toothed smile. “I’m Henry. I live in Long Island, but we’re here visiting my grandparents. They have an apartment here and we watched the parade and had turkey and dressing and cranberries and stuff.”

Carolina looked up and saw people who had to be Henry’s parents standing behind him, wide smiles on their faces. Drew noticed them, too, and gave them a wink.

“That sounds like a fun day, Henry. So, do you like hockey?”

“Yeah. A lot. The Travelers are my favorite team and you’re my favorite player.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, would you autograph my jersey? I wore it under my coat today.”

“No kidding. Let’s see it.”

Henry unbuttoned his coat to show off the green and white colors of the Travelers jersey, and sure enough, there was Drew’s number twenty-two jersey.

“Nice. And I just so happen to have my Sharpie with me.” He opened his coat and pulled out his pen, which he’d used earlier today to sign autographs. He signed Henry’s jersey with it, and Henry went wide-eyed.

“Wow, that’s so cool. Wait’ll my friends find out I met you. They won’t even believe it.”

“If your parents have a camera on them, we can take a picture.”

“Really?” Henry asked.

“I can take a picture,” Henry’s mom said, pulling out her phone.

Drew kneeled next to Henry while his mom took the picture. Carolina wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen a kid look happier.

After the family moved off, there was a surge of fans. Carolina made her way over to the side of the rink. Drew looked her way, but she nodded and waved, and he took the time to meet with all of them, sign some autographs and take pictures. She was certain his fans would have liked him to skate with them, but he finally excused himself and made his way back to her.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem. It’s nice you take time with your fans.”

“I forgot about it being Thanksgiving. I didn’t even think about the possibility of the rink being so crowded. Or of being recognized.”

“Please. You, on the ice? I think it was obvious.”

He laughed. “Maybe so. Let’s take another few turns before we hop off.”

He slipped his arm around her and glided her around. By then, people were taking pictures of both of them, and a few of the kids skated nearby. Most hot athletes were chick magnets. Drew was definitely that, but he was also apparently a kid magnet, which he took in stride. He made sure to skate slow enough, and even held a little girl’s hand as she floated up beside him, gave him a bright grin, and wobbled her way around the rink with them, her parents hovering in front of them snapping pictures the whole time. Drew chatted with the little girl the entire way.

Which didn’t endear him to Carolina in the least.

Much.

By the time the break bell sounded, she was more than ready to get off the ice.

“How about some hot chocolate?” Drew asked.

“That sounds fabulous. My toes are cold and my legs feel like Jell-O.”

He laughed. “We need to work on your skating endurance.”

They removed their skates and headed upstairs. “Since it’s highly unlikely I’ll be ice skating regularly, I don’t think I need to worry too much about building up my endurance.”

Drew ordered two hot chocolates for them. “Oh, you never know. You might decide you love it.”

“It’s doubtful.”

“What if I give you season hockey tickets?”

She cracked a smile. “First, thank you for the offer. I do enjoy hockey. Sadly, I won’t have time to see all your games, because I’m kind of busy right now. And why would you do that?”

“Always nice to have someone you know in the stands.”

She shook her head. “You need a girlfriend.”

“I do, don’t I? Care to apply for the job?”

She wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or not. “Uh, no, thanks. I think that ship has sailed.”

“Has it?” The way he looked at her melted the last of the ice on her formerly frozen toes. So direct, so purposeful, the way he had been that night so long ago. She might have been inebriated and she’d definitely consumed enough wine for liquid courage to embolden her to invite him to her place after the graduation party. But he’d latched onto her at the party and hadn’t let go of her the rest of the night. He’d danced with her, had held her close, whispering in her ear about how beautiful she was, and how he’d asked himself why the two of them had never gotten together before that night.