Fresh Ice (7 page)

But what could I possibly say?

Well, she seemed really interested in what I saying. I could go up and maybe thank her for coming or something. That wouldn’t seem weird.
Quinn rubbed his hands across his face.
That’s the best reason I can muster for going up to meet a woman? Good manners? My, how the mighty lady killer has fallen.
Shaking his head at his own folly, Quinn started for the stairs.

“Quinn, dude, where ya goin’?” One of the musicians put a hand on his arm.

“I saw someone…I have to catch up with.”

The musician’s face creased with a lecherous grin. “It’s a chick, isn’t it? I spotted a couple out there I’m thinkin’ of scorin’ on, too.”

Quinn shook off the drummer’s hand, repulsed by the lecherous expression on his face. “You’re a pig.”

The drummer shrugged. “Yep. I’m a pig. But I’m a pig that’s gonna get laid.”

Quinn ignored the band members’ cat calls as he ran through the back stage and up the stairs. Once in the bar, he scanned the crowded room.
She’s gone.

“Hey, Quinn!” Chance shouted over the din of conversation. “I told you, didn’t I? You’re good for business!”

Quinn nodded to Chance, but searched for Isabella.

“Who ya lookin’ for?”

“There was a woman up here. Probably at that table where that couple is.”

“Buddy
, there are a thousand women here and quite a few of them are age appropriate. Take your pick.”

“No, Chance, this one was…well, I’m looking for her. You don’t remember if she was with that couple?”

“Quinn, are you kiddn’ me? Look around! I’m workin’ here! If you’re so interested, go ask them if they know her.”

Quinn nodded to Chance and stepped away from the bar. He studied the couple at the table and toyed with the idea of approaching them. A light tap on his arm broke his concentration. Looking to his left, he saw two women, girls really, both looking very interested in him. “Hello, ladies.”

“My friend and I think you are the hottest thing in this place.”

Quinn’s face warmed as the two women moved close enough for him to be very aware that neither was wearing a bra…and both were young and firm enough, not to need the support. “Well, um, thank you ladies.”

“So how about if we get out of here?”

Quinn closed his eyes.
How often have I turned down an offer like this?

Never.

When was the last time anyone offered?

Sally.

The thought choked him. He couldn’t breathe the air in the bar anymore.

“Oh Quinn, you must introduce me to your new little friends.”

Quinn shivered at Serena’s icy touch.
Of course she showed up. She’ll find a way to make me regret doing something remotely fun without her.

He looked down into her glittering green eyes and gave her a smile.
Hopefully Isabella Landry left before Serena sniffed her out.

That would be something for the gossip reporters.

Quinn almost smiled at the thought.

“Ladies, you’ll have to excuse us. Quinn has a previous engagement.” Serena’s eyes narrowed as she glanced at the girls.

“What, you really have to leave so soon?” The braver of the two also seemed to be the denser of the pair.

She is clearly not reading the dynamic here.

“Yes, I’m sorry, little girl. But I sure there are more age appropriate men elsewhere in this…place.” Serena gave a little sniff to remind Quinn how much she hated Chance’s.

“Geez Quinn, can’t your mom let you come out and play?”

Ah you brave little idiot.
Quinn didn’t need to see Serena’s face to know exactly what she was thinking. She buried her nails deep in the skin on his forearm.

“Listen here, co-ed…” Serena’s normally cool voice was a ragged snarl.

“Okay, ladies, how about we all just say good night?” Quinn freed himself from Serena’s claw and put a hand on each of the girls’ shoulders. His fingers dangled just close enough to their twenty-one-year-old breasts to make both the girls giggle.
I’ve still got it.

I can’t make use of it anymore. But at least I’ve still got it.

“Now my lady friend and I are going to move on, but I’m going to have my friend chance take care of you this evening. Chance!” Quinn pointed to the two girls. “You take care of these ladies, and put it on my tab, okay?”

Chance nodded and winked at Quinn.

“There, now you two have a wonderful night on me, and thanks for coming out tonight.” Mustering up every ounce of Southern charm he had, he kissed each of their hands lightly, causing them to erupt in another wave of giggles as he ushered a still seething Serena out the door.

Once outside, Quinn inhaled the humid night air. “So, that was fun, wasn’t it?”

Serena’s hand stung across his face before he saw her move.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Don’t you ever act like that around me again, Quinn Murray!” The light of an over head streetlamp made her sharp features seem hollow, dark. Yet her eyes glowed with rage.

“Act like what? I was trying to keep you from killing those girls.”

“Why? They were horrible little bitches.”

Quinn put both his hands on her shoulders. “Yes, they were horrible little bitches. Horrible little co-eds whose daddies would probably love to bring a lawsuit against you and the station if you actually did tear their eyes out.”

“You weren’t thinking about me. You were thinking about those girls the whole time, wondering what they’d be like.”

“Serena…” he crouched slightly to look her in the eye, “when in the last two years have I not been thinking about you?”
At least that much is true. The thought of her haunts my every waking nightmare minute.

Her jaw tightened. “Why would you even be here, on stage? You were the one who got up on stage and made them all want you, just like you used to. And I won’t have it, Quinn. You belong to me now.”

Her words shattered against him like glass against a stone wall.

As if I could ever forget. You won’t let me replace you with other women and I won’t let myself drink you away.

Isabella Landry is back in Nashville. And not even that thought can wipe out our little arrangement.

“Serena, of course I belong to you.” He draped an arm around her shoulders and guided her up the street.

“Really?”

He knew this new, desirous tone, well. “Sure.”

“Then let’s go back to my place and you can prove it.”

“Great idea,” he replied with hollow enthusiasm.
Isabella Landry, the woman I’ve adored for two decades, is somewhere in this town, and I’m shackled to Serena.

He pictured Isabella’s face as she watched him from the balcony. Her face melded to Sally’s.

And what could I possibly do to deserve anything else?

Izzy
leaned over the railing and soaked in the sounds of the city. There was something peaceful about the sleepy silence that settled like a blanket over a district that had, as recently as four hours earlier, throbbed with music and barbeque and neon. She sipped the coffee she’d made herself in the tiny hotel coffee pot and wondered if she could truly pull herself away and go back to Wisconsin.

“Mornin’ Iz.” Adele stepped out of her room, still clad in her t shirt and lounge pants. “It’s really quiet this morning, isn’t it?”

“I know. Like the whole city is sleeping.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

Izzy rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe away the faint ache that lingered within her. Surprised by Adele’s rare show of concern, Izzy was honest. “A bit. I took some Tylenol PM and pretty much just zonked out. How late was it before you guys got in?”

Adele stretched her arms over her head. “Late enough. But we should get the girls up. We’ve got a lot of moving in to do today.”

Izzy glanced to the parking lot where the U-haul trailer attached to Sean’s van waited for them. She suddenly felt exhausted, drained of any energy. “Adele, I don’t think I can help today.”

“What are you saying? Of course you can.” The civil tone, and the concern that went with it, were gone.

“I don’t think I can. I’m sorry. I’m exhausted and I need some rest.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t help move your own daugh
ter into the dormitory. Sean and I will just do that, just like we’ll have to move you into the house when we get home.”

Izzy bit the inside of her cheek, keeping her temper in check. “I’m sorry, Adele. I’m just not feeling well.”

Adele gave her a doubtful look, but said nothing more. Instead, she pounded on the girls’ door and shouted, “Girls! It’s moving in day! Get up!” before slamming her door.

“Holy carp, Mom, what’s up her butt?” Jenna emerged from her room.

“Don’t say butt, Jenna. She’s actually a little put out with me. I can’t help you guys move in today.”

“Still not feeling well?”

“Just not feeling up to moving.”

Jenna put an arm around her mother. “It’s cool, Mom. You know I don’t have much of anything to move it. It’s Mikayla that’s got all that furniture. Probably why Aunt Adele’s so bent, she knows it’s going to be a complete bitch to move up the stairs.”

“Jenna!”

“Sorry, I know that’s vulgar.” Jenna grinned, reminding Izzy a little of Jason in the days when they shared little jokes. “You feel better, Mom. I’ll check in with you tonight when we get home.”

“Thanks honey. You’re a good kid.”

“I have a good mom.” Jenna hugged Izzy, and returned to her room to get dressed.

Izzy returned to her room as well, turned the AC on high, curled up under some blankets and fell asleep.

**
*

Quinn checked the clock.
Two more hours.

As he expected, Serena was not easily coaxed from her foul mood. Thanks to his short conversation with the two young women the night before, he’d had to do penance. Serena informed him moments after a fairly tawdry session in her bedroom, he was to fill in the Sunday afternoon spot.

She’s still blaming me for those girls calling her my mother.

The good n
ews is, no one cares what I do on a Sunday afternoon because everyone is at the Volunteers opening game of the season, and we aren’t airing it. So I can rerun a Titans game from five years ago and no one is going to care.

Checking the dials to make sure the rerun game was still playing properly, Quinn leaned back in his chair and allowed himself a rare moment of reflection on his history with the woman who held his darkest secret in her dangerous hands.

Serena Shipley Chapman, former world-class figure skater, was also a world-class hellfire. Too well, he knew the story of Serena’s humiliation at the hands of Jason Masters, her long time skating partner. The fact that Serena experienced her biggest humiliation months after Jason left skating forever didn’t seem to figure into her equation of hate. She blamed him for forcing her to skate as a single.

More precisely, she blames Isabella Landry for stealing Jason and forcing her to skate as a single.

Getting on the Olympic team as a single’s skater was nothing more than a foot in the door for Serena; just enough of a push to get her on the plane. When the US champion shattered her ankle in practice, Serena got her golden moment.

Her story of how she was even at the event spread like wildfire. The relentless media dug up as much as they could on the strange chain of events that put Serena Shiple
y on Olympic ice, alone.

The short program lasted two minutes.

In all the years Quinn had known her, Serena Shipley Chapman talked endlessly about everything else surrounding her skating career. But those two minutes of her life were a silent void. It didn’t take long before curiosity got the best of Quinn and he found the clip on the internet.

Even now, Quinn couldn’t stop a perverse little smile from crossing his face. To say the short program was a disaster was a complete understatement. Unaccustomed to skating alone, and skating a program she’d put together on the plane ride to the Olympics, Serena’s luck ran out. In two minutes, Quinn counted three outright crashes, two skipped tricks, and a triple axel that turned into an awkward single. Applause for her was lukewarm, unlike her scores, which were ice cold.

In the following days the press was merciless. Writers pointed to her age and her ego as the reasons for her failure. Stories about her backstage tantrums surfaced. Two days later, mere hours before she was to skate her long program, Serena contracted a sudden case of the flu. More rumors and commentaries flurried around her. By the time Serena flew home, every sports program and tabloid magazine mocked and reviled her.

But in true Serena fashion, she landed on her feet. Or, at least she landed on her back in the bed of someone who had enough money to put her on her feet.

For reasons no one understood completely, Serena moved to Nashville, hometown to the woman she blamed for everything; Isabella Landry. Isabella, of course, was already gone, vanished with Jason under a cloud of scandal after pregnancy rumors arose.