All Chapters of Breaking The Ice Between Us: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Logan POVThe first thing I heard when I woke up was Marco pounding on my bedroom door like the house was on fire.I didn’t even open my eyes.I just laid there staring at the ceiling, debating whether prison would be worth it.“Rise and shine, Lover Boy!”I pulled a pillow over my face.“Go away.”“No can do.”The pounding got louder.“Harper texted me.”I sat up immediately.There was a pause on the other side of the door.Then Marco laughed.The idiot actually laughed.“Wow. That worked way better than I thought it would.”I grabbed the closest thing within reach and launched it at the door.Unfortunately, it was a hoodie.The hoodie bounced off harmlessly.Marco laughed harder.“I hate you.”“Love you too, Captain.”His footsteps disappeared down the hallway.I checked my phone anyway.No text from Harper.Traitor.A smile still pulled at the corner of my mouth.The kind that seemed to happen a lot lately whenever I thought about her.I fell back against my pillow and stared at th

Harper POVI thought finding out NHL scouts wanted to meet with Logan would make me panic.Instead, it made me proud.Terrifyingly, ridiculously proud.The kind of proud that made my chest feel too full.The kind that made me want to stand up in the middle of the coffee shop and announce to complete strangers that I knew him.That I knew the guy everyone saw flying across the ice.That I knew the version of him who stole fries off my plate and left wet towels on his bedroom floor.The version who pretended to be confident when he was nervous.The version who still called me when things got hard.The version who looked at me like I was somehow the best thing that had ever happened to him.The problem was…The more excited I became for him, the more another thought started creeping into my head.A dangerous one.One I didn’t want to think about.One I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about.Chicago.I stirred my drink even though I wasn’t drinking it.Logan was talking now.Something abou

Harper POVSomething was wrong.Not horribly wrong.Not Richard-Shaw-showing-up-on-campus wrong.Not Logan-punching-someone-at-a-game wrong.Just…Wrong.The problem was that I couldn’t actually explain why.I stared down at my phone while sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Alpha Chi house.Around me, absolute chaos was unfolding.Fabric samples were spread across the coffee table.Three different laptops were open.Someone was arguing about flower arrangements.Someone else was arguing about table placements.Apparently college students became completely unhinged when formal season arrived.As president, that unfortunately made it my problem.“Harper.”I looked up.“What?”Becca sighed dramatically.“You haven’t heard a single thing I’ve said for five minutes.”“That’s not true.”“Then what centerpiece did we choose?”I opened my mouth.Then closed it.Becca pointed at me.“Exactly.”The room laughed.I groaned.“Sorry.”“Boy problem?”The worst part?Every single girl in the r

Harper POVThe first sign that I was losing my mind came when I accidentally emailed the catering contract to my biology professor.The second sign came three minutes later when my biology professor replied asking whether he should choose the chicken option or the steak option for eighty-seven guests.I stared at my laptop.Then at the email.Then back at my laptop.Around me, the Alpha Chi executive board meeting continued like nothing had happened.Which felt rude, honestly.Because my academic reputation had just died.“Harper?”I slowly lowered my computer.“What?”Lila took one look at my face and immediately sat up straighter.“Oh no.”“Oh yes.”“What happened?”I slid my laptop across the table.Thirty seconds later, the entire room exploded.I dropped my forehead onto the conference table.Laughter bounced off the walls around me.“Please stop.”Nobody stopped.Of course.“Harper!”Becca was crying laughing.“Why does Dr. Simmons know how much we’re spending on mini cheesecake

Harper POVThe second I opened the door, I knew something was wrong.Not relationship wrong.Not break-up wrong.Just… heavy.Logan looked tired.The kind of tired that had nothing to do with hockey.The kind that came from thinking too much.Which honestly wasn’t normal for him.I spent months believing Logan Shaw solved every problem by skating into it at full speed and worrying about the consequences later.Lately, though?Lately he’d been thinking.And every time he got that look in his eyes, something important followed.“Hey.”His smile was small.Real.But small.“Hey.”For a second, neither of us moved.The hallway behind me buzzed with noise from the sorority house.Girls laughing.Doors opening and closing.Music playing somewhere upstairs.Normal.Everything felt normal.Which somehow made the look on Logan’s face even worse.Because whatever he was carrying had followed him here.“Are you going to stand outside all night?” I asked.A faint smile appeared.“Depends.”“On?”