“You’re the best.” The corner of his mouth kicks up. “That’s always what I strive for. Tell me what else you need right now.” I bite my lip as I think it over. “A walk.” His handsome warm blue eyes crinkle while he starts humming the tune for the chorus of I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers. My tall, muscled hockey player boyfriend kneels at my feet, humming a song to tell me he’d go anywhere for me—with me.
