Wrapping her arms around the Ice Knights PR head, and technically her boss despite the firewall between marketing and the media hub, Shelby gave a grateful hug. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“I’ve been freaking out since your message,” Lucy said, returning the hug with a reassuring firmness. “I’m so sorry. The Airbnb said the cabin was a duplex, not just one building. I would never have done that to you had I known.”

Shelby let loose a wry chuckle. “Well, if either of us had actually ended up at the right cabin, things may have been different.”

“Right cabin?” Lucy’s eyes rounded and she took a long gulp of her Mountain Dew. “What are you talking about?”

After she gave Lucy the short version—the one minus all the sexy naked parts—Lucy gave her another bone-cracking hug as Shelby looked over her shoulder at the two men ignoring each other with all the ferocity of two hockey players in the face-off circle in a triple-overtime game with the Stanley Cup on the line.

“Oh, wow. I’m surprised you’re both still alive,” Lucy said as she opened the SUV’s back passenger-side door. “I’ll sit in the back.”

“I’ll take the back and you can sit next to”—Ian cut his focus over to Alex—“him.”

The other man let out a derisive huff of breath but didn’t say anything.

Shelby shook her head. The two men may share only half their DNA, but it was obviously the stubborn and angry half.

“That works for me,” Lucy said. “I have a lot to tell all three of you. I have a plan to fix all of” —she waved her hands around in the general direction of the others—“this.”

Oh, great. Shelby’s stomach sank. Whatever had happened while she and Ian were out of communication with the rest of the world, it must have been something.

“Nothing needs fixing,” Ian said, each word coming out in a grumpy rumble. “I apologized to Shelby for mistakenly assuming that she leaked it all on purpose.”

Lucy clapped her hands together and grinned at him like a proud mama. “You know what that is, Ian? Personal growth. Excellent. However, our troubles—the team’s troubles—don’t end there, do they? Lucky for you, I have a solution.”

While Shelby was retreating into silence as guilt and dread swirled around inside her like a tornado of terribleness, the brothers didn’t suffer the same problem. Both were grousing immediately.

“I’m not going into therapy,” Alex said as he yanked open the driver’s side door.

Ian narrowed his gaze in another of his signature glares. “Why do I think I’m not going to like whatever you’re about to say.”

“Because you’re not completely brain dead,” Alex said without ever looking over at his half brother. “Shocker.”