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“Like hell I can’t,” I growl. And then I give him another firm shove, forcibly moving him out of my way. “That’s my wife out there.”
Gigi actually isn’t “some girl” but my entire life.
Ryder looks like sex in a suit, and it takes all my willpower not to bang him in the bathroom at the Hall of Fame ceremony. I didn’t realize how difficult it would be, having a hot, six-foot-five hockey player husband.
But I can’t imagine any future with Gigi not being bright.

