Todos los capítulos de Love On Ice: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

*AYANA* Work was boring as hell. Not regular boring either. The kind of boring that had me wondering if anybody would notice if I laid down underneath the counter and took a nap. I knew I should’ve called out again. But then I wouldn’t have any more sick days and would have to start using my PTO. I looked at the clock. 10:17. I looked away. Waited what felt like twenty minutes. Looked again. 10:19. “Bullshit.” “What?” I looked at the woman sitting in the chair. “Nothing.” She stared at me. I smiled. “Go ahead and bite down for me.” She did. I adjusted the X-ray sensor inside her mouth. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it. For approximately three seconds. Then I pulled it out. You working? I stared at the message. Why did this man always ask questions he already knew the answer to? Unfortunately. Three dots appeared immediately. Damn. They finally made you go back? I smacked my teeth. I have a job. Could’ve fooled me. My mouth twitched. Asshole

*AYANA*At 7:26, I was sitting in my car outside Walt’s house.Which was stupid.Not being at his house.Sitting outside.And on time at that.I was never on time for anything, and if I was, it was just barely.I’m surprised I still have a job the way I carry on.I had been sitting there for four minutes.Four.I checked the clock again.7:27.“Girl, get out the damn car.”I didn’t move.There wasn’t anything wrong with me.I wasn’t nervous.There was absolutely no reason to be nervous.I’d been here before.I’d slept here before.Technically.Sleeping was all we’d done.And I wasn’t even supposed to be here for anything besides shrimp.That was it.Food.Conversation.Maybe a drink.Then I was going home.Simple.I grabbed my purse and got out before my brain could come up with another reason to sit there looking stupid.I made it halfway to the door before it opened.Walt leaned against the frame.“You planning on coming in?”I stopped.“How long you been standing there?”“Long enou

*KACIE*I called Eric three times before I actually let the phone ring.The first time, I stared at his name for almost a minute before locking my phone.The second time, I pressed it.Panicked.Hung up before it could ring.The third time, I told myself to stop being a pussy.Then immediately regretted it.It rang.Once.Twice.Three times.Maybe he wasn’t going to answer.That would’ve been easier.Four—“What?”Of course.Not hello.Not hey.What?I rolled my eyes.“Good evening to you too.”Silence.Okay.Maybe sarcasm wasn’t the best approach.“What do you want, Kacie?”There was no anger in his voice.That almost made it worse.Eric angry, I knew.Eric yelling, I knew.Eric telling me exactly how badly I fucked up?Knew that version too.This one sounded like I was somebody from work who called after business hours.At that point, I preferred him screaming, Fuck off, Kace.I sat on the edge of my couch.“Can I talk to Kayla?”Nothing.I waited.“Eric?”“Why?”My jaw tightened.“

*CHRIS*Nothing happened for two days.No pictures.No calls.No messages.Nothing.I should’ve been happy about that.Instead, I checked my phone more.Every time it buzzed, I looked.Every time a black car slowed down near the shop, I watched it.Every time somebody sat too long at a light outside my house, I remembered that picture of my car.It was starting to piss me off.Whoever was doing this wanted me nervous.That was obvious.The problem was—It was working.Not scared.I wasn’t scared of anything.But alert.There was a difference.At least that was what I told myself.My dad noticed too.Of course he did.He noticed every fucking thing lately.“You waiting on somebody?”I looked up from my phone.“What?”“You checked that thing about twelve times in the last five minutes.”Damn.He was watching me again.I had to think of something quick before I found myself answering twenty-one questions about shit I didn’t want to talk about.“I’m waiting on a delivery.”“Oh, really?”“

*ERIC*The situation with Chris had all of us doing mental gymnastics.We couldn’t figure out why he kept doing this or what the hell he thought he was getting out of continuing to stalk Jamira.It was beyond weird.Definitely beyond anything an ordinary person could manage at that point.There was so much going on that by the time we left the condo, I decided I needed to think about anything other than that jackass.I should’ve been thinking about Chris.That was the problem.I should’ve been thinking about the footage.The fact that he’d somehow found a way into my condo twice.The fact that Lauren and Marcus were scared enough to pack bags and leave.The fact that Jamira had finally seen exactly what I’d been trying to protect her from.I should’ve been thinking about any of that.Instead—I kept looking at her.She sat in the passenger seat with her head against the window, scrolling through her phone like she hadn’t just snatched mine out of my hand and ordered Thorne to handle h