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“I’m Graham.” He gives me a lopsided smile as he stares back at me with his big brown eyes. It’s like looking into a mirror. “How old are you, Graham?” “I’m five and I’m in kindergarten.” Heart stuttering, I glance up at Audrey, and I’m sure there’s confusion written across my face. Even I don’t need a tutor to do this kind of math.
“I’d have been there for you and Graham. And it kills me that it’s my own fault that I didn’t know. That you had to do this all yourself, and that I missed it all.”
“No offense, Drew. But that’s been the case for the last six years. And you can thank me later, because my ability to keep a secret probably saved your NHL career.”
“So you saved my career, but cost me my son’s childhood.” “I didn’t think you wanted any part of that childhood, Drew.”
I don’t want her to be with anyone else.
Then his fingertips slide along my jaw and tuck my hair behind my ear. The wave of longing that runs through me is damn close to incinerating me. “If you ever need anything, just call.”
“We don’t have to talk about it, Drew. It doesn’t have to mean anything.” “Like hell it doesn’t. This means everything—stop pretending like it doesn’t.”
“He always insisted that the first girl he brought home would be the woman he was going to marry.”
“Sure, you do,” Mom says as she pulls a blanket off the back of the couch and spreads it across her lap. “You show her you’re the type of person worth building that foundation with.”
“No, it’s like suddenly I want you and Graham. You’re not some faceless family in some domestic fantasy I’m living in.” How do I explain this to her? “I feel like…when you’re not around, I can’t breathe…and when you are, I can.”
He leans in so close his lips graze my earlobe and the sparks of desire shoot straight through me. “Don’t worry, baby, one day my last name will be yours.”

