Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,2

players exited the ice.

“I need you to get a picture of Cameron McGregor!” He insisted as he pushed me closer to the rail.

“Who?” I looked over my shoulder at my obviously insane best friend. As if he thought I knew who the hell he was talking about.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that. Cameron McGregor. Number eleven. Center and alternate captain and all around the sexiest Canadian to ever play hockey. I’m not tall enough! I need you to get a good pic as he comes off the ice!” He shoved his phone in my hand with the camera open.

I glanced down at it, then him. “This is what I get for being tall?”

“Girl, please! Just get me the pic. I’ll buy you those boots you’ve been wanting for the past six months!” he cajoled and batted his eyes.

“The ones with the embroidered wings?”

“Yes! Just get the pic! Here he comes!”

People were crowding around us and trying to push me out of the way, but they underestimated how badly I wanted those boots. I elbowed right back and leaned over the rail as the players began coming down the hallway thing—whatever it was called.

I saw number eleven step off the ice, and I started snapping away. Thinking I’d get a better shot, I climbed up on the first rail. He was almost in front of me when someone shoved me from the side and I lost my balance. My feet slipped off the rail. My arms waved in the air like I thought I could fly, and I let out a shriek as I went over the rail.

My life flashed before my eyes, and I couldn’t believe I was about to die at a damn hockey game. Except before I could hit the ground, I collided with a sweaty, padded man on skates.

“I got you!” he shouted as we tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs and hockey gear.

Hair was in my mouth, and my beanie was down over my eyes. I used the hand still holding Sergio’s phone to shove my hat out of my face, and I looked up into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.

A crooked grin spread across his entirely too handsome face, and he said, “Hi.”

“Hi.” I couldn’t do a thing but blink at him like an idiot.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’m fine.”

“I can honestly say I’ve never had a woman fall from the heavens into my arms,” he said with a teasing smirk. “Except I think we’re both overdressed for this.”

“Get off me! I wasn’t trying to fall on you!” I shoved at him, embarrassment causing my face to burn and my attitude to go into bitch mode. I barely heard him apologize and say he was only teasing.

Another player helped him up, then he grabbed my hand and tugged me to my feet.

“Shit, Cam, you’re tackling chicks now? Creative,” said the other guy as he chuckled.

“Oh my God! Bleu! Are you okay?” Sergio yelled down from the railing above. Mortified, I looked up at him.

That was when two burly guys in shirts that read SECURITY barged in on us.

“Ma’am, you can’t be down here. Come with us,” the first one said.

“But I fell,” I tried to argue. My embarrassment was rising to astronomical levels as I could sense everyone watching us.

“We’ve heard it all,” the other one said as he grabbed my arm.

“Hey! She fell over the railing because someone pushed her. I saw it all happen. We should have her checked out,” the guy Sergio had pointed out as his crush said to the security guys.

“I was behind him, and he’s right. She was pushed, and she’s lucky Cameron caught her or she might’ve really been hurt.” The other guy came to my defense too. He had longer hair and a beard. Hell, most of them had beards.

Except Cameron. He was clean shaven and looked like his hair was shaved off under his helmet.

“I’m okay,” I muttered.

“Well, you heard the lady. We’ll show her out,” security guy one insisted.

“It’s fine,” I assured the two players, who dwarfed me in their pads and skates.

Cameron seemed irritated at the security guys, but I didn’t stick around because I was embarrassed enough as it was. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen over the railing, regardless of being pushed. It was so typical of my luck. I was an incredible klutz, but I could honestly say I’d never fallen over a railing in a hockey arena.

“Bleu!” Sergio was waving wildly from the