“Maybe you can come to another game soon,” I say, ready to shoot my shot. She lets out a soft laugh. “I didn’t think the NHL did many matchups in Cincinnati.” “We don’t. But Chicago is kinda close, right? Or you could always come down to Jax again. And tickets are no problem,” I add, knowing I’m probably sounding desperate. But I don’t care. I want to see her again. “So, what do you think?” “I think…I’d like that,” she admits, leaning into me as I do another little half-turn. I smile.
