Winter Hart
“Damn girl,” Jared exhaled as I walked into the hotel lobby. He was there to pick me up for the charity event at the child’s hospital. I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail with my bangs framing my face. I was in one of my jerseys and blue jeans.
“Always a charmer,” I smiled at him. He kissed my cheek before handing me the coffee he was holding. Jared was hot, with his dark hair and eyes. His body was to die for, covered in tan skin and tattoos. If I could trust hockey players, he would be the first one I called for a ride. “And how did you get my coffee order?” I smirked.
“I have my ways. Besides, I have to keep our star guest happy,” he smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Mission,” my brother grumbled. I whipped around to see him standing behind us. The elevator d
