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“What makes you think that me working with children would be a good idea? I don’t even like humans that are fully grown.”
He removes his gloves, throwing them to the ground, skates toward me, then bends at the waist and hauls me up and over his shoulder. I gasp and wriggle, trying to free myself from his firm grip. “Hey! You brute! Put me down!”
But Andie is the bright spot in this place, shining like the sun on a dreary day. Okay, a really mouthy sun.
Remy shakes his head, smirking. “Mitch ‘The Machine’ Anderson.” He pins me with a serious look. “I think you’ve met your match.”
“You look so much like her.” Tears fill my eyes, knowing he’s referring to Mom. “Sometimes it’s hard to look at you, it just makes me miss her so much.”
No, if he was really into someone, he’d be all, this is my woman. No one touches her.
Noah is smirking at me, similar to the way Mitch just did. “Your face is all red again.” “Shut up.”
Maybe the man just needs a good hug. Goosebumps break out along my arms just thinking about wrapping my arms around him… it’s like my senses are screaming, we volunteer! We volunteer as tribute!
This one also has Anderson on the back, because I’d die before I saw this woman wear anyone’s jersey but mine.
If we were truly alone at this moment, I’m 99.9% sure he would kiss me. And if he didn’t… I’m 100% sure I’d kiss him.
Because family looks different for everyone. Sometimes it’s not the family you’re born into, but the one you build. The one you work for. And this is mine.
