No. Lucy wouldn’t. Okay, she might have helped set up his teammate Stuckey and his now-live-in girlfriend, Zara, plus Ice Knight right winger Phillips and Tess had met and hooked up at Lucy’s wedding, but she wouldn’t do something like this—not with him, not now, and definitely not with Shelby Blanton. It had to be a mistake.

“Just look at this.” She grabbed her phone off the bed and brought up the email that had accompanied her confirmation, and there it was in black and white.

Shelby,

I know just the place. Peaceful with gorgeous views. It’s already booked. Plenty of space because the cabin is huge so you can have as much “me time” as you need without being totally alone, which you really don’t want to do, considering the threats. It’s just what you need. This is actually perfect.

Lucy

So much for not messing with a man when he was down. “She did this on purpose.”

Shelby paled. “Why would she do that?”

“Have you met Lucy?” He shook his head, trying to wrap his brain around this mess. “She’s all about controlling the situation and the spin. No doubt she thinks this will fix things.”

“I can’t stay here.” Shelby backpedaled a few steps, clutching her phone and the stun gun to her chest.

Ian didn’t need to look at his phone to confirm that it was way too late for that. When he’d pulled off the highway and onto the mile-long dirt road to the cabin with the only landmark letting him know he was on the right road being a beat-up wooden marker with the number six on it, the guy on the local radio had just announced it was ten o’clock and warned everyone to get home before the snow got any worse. Anyway, the cabin was miles away from anything even slightly resembling a town.

“Yeah, good luck with that. It’s already snowing sideways out there,” he said, because he had enough shit to deal with without worrying about her stuck in a snowbank because he’d kicked her out. “You can have this room. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

Shelby screwed up her mouth and glared at him as if he controlled the weather or the Ice Knights’ PR queen, Lucy Kavanagh. Finally, she let out a very unhappy huff. “Fine.”

Okay, one battle won. He’d take it. God knew he needed it.

He started toward the door, giving her—and her stun gun—a wide birth. “Hope you don’t talk in your sleep. I’d hate for you to go spilling any more life-ruining secrets.”