COLEEN
The wind bit through my coat as soon as I stepped outside, the kind of cold that nipped at your ears and made you question every life decision that involved leaving a warm apartment. Hayden had texted that he was waiting by his car, and sure enough, there he was, leaning against it like he was posing for a magazine cover instead of freezing in the parking lot.
“You’re going to turn into an icicle,” I called as I walked over.
He grinned, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. “What, and ruin my reputation as a tough hockey guy? Can’t let that happen.”
“You could at least pretend to be human and wear a hat,” I teased.
“Can’t mess up the hair,” he shot back. “Priorities, Coleen.”
I rolled my eyes as I reached him, but I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You r
