“So, you’re really dating Rhode Tremblay?” Nina stiffens. “Yes, why are you saying it like that?” “Because he’s a professional hockey player, and you’re well, you.” Nina shoots him a glare withering enough to make me shrivel. I have the urge to hit that tone out of his mouth, but we’re playing four away games next week, and that’d mess up my knuckles. I wrap my arm tighter around her shoulders. “I think the real question is, how did I end up dating Nina because she’s the most amazing woman I’ve met.”
