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Truth be told, when I couldn’t find something I knew I already owned, I usually ended up buying a new one. Because which is easier: buying a new can opener, or rifling through five unopened boxes of kitchen stuff to find it?
I’m not sure why, but babies love me. It’s a cruel trick of nature, I guess, to give a woman who can’t have kids the ability to calm any baby she comes into contact with.
“You have a baby. At a hockey game.” I chuckle at her perplexed expression. “This is Abby.” “McCabe’s daughter?” she asks, leaning in to get a closer look. “Yep.” “Is this a kidnapping? Do I need to stage an intervention here?”
For a split second, I wish Abby was my baby, because I’d love to be the one to normalize women in sports bringing their babies to work. But that ship sailed a long time ago.
I wish I could say that I kept glancing over because I was worried about Abby, but the truth—a truth I will never reveal to a single living soul—is that I couldn’t stop looking at her holding my
“I appreciate that you’re looking out for him,” I say, and next to me, Lauren’s rumble of laughter slips out like she already knows what I’m going to say. “But he’s a big boy. He can stand up for himself.” Walsh laughs then, too. “Against you? I’m not so sure he can.”
Lauren pauses and laughs before saying, “And then she offered to help me bury the body if I needed.” “What body?” Audrey says with a laugh. “I believe the offer was that if I needed to kill ‘the other woman,’ she’d show up with shovels.”
I kissed my boss. She definitely kissed me back. Clothes were shed. Her tits were in my hands, her nipple in my mouth, and her clit throbbing under my thumb. My cock was hot and hard in her hand. How do we ever come back from that?
“I’ll be fine.” “Yep, my place is very comfortable,” he says. “I meant I’ll be fine on my own.” “Over my dead body.” “Easily arranged,”
“Stay.” The word is so quiet it’s practically inaudible. “Say it again, Sunshine. Nice and loud, so we’re both clear that you want me here.” “Don’t be a dick,” she says, her fingers tightening in my hair and holding me in place when I try to step away. “I’m not being a dick,” I assure her, as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck while my thumb strokes the space where her jaw meets her ear. “I want to make sure that there’s no miscommunication at all. Because once is an accident, but if I stay here with you again tonight, it’s not an accident, and it’s not a mistake. It’s a choice.”
“Oh, Sunshine, I’ve been waiting for you for a fucking decade. I could wait longer . . . I would wait longer, if I had to.”
“My plan is to ruin you for every other man, forever. You just have to ask.”
“Taking care of your needs feels like the bare fucking minimum, Alessandra. And if doing that ruins you, then prepare to be spoiled senseless.”
“You’re doing so well. We’re almost there.” Almost? What the hell is this man talking about? There is no room for any more of him.
A small smile plays on her lips. “Yes, sir.” Oh, fuck me. Is there anything in the world hotter than the most powerful woman in hockey calling me sir? I think not.
McCabe You’re coming over tonight, yes? AJ Is that an invitation, or an assumption? McCabe Yes.
“I once thought that raising a daughter by myself would be the hardest thing I’d ever do in my life. Turns out, pretending I don’t have feelings for you is, by far, the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. You have to be there in a few hours for practice. Why would you drive there, and then have to bring Abby back here to meet Nicholas, just to turn around and have to return to the rink again?” I level her with a look. “Because then I can be there for you, too.” Her whole expression softens. “You’d go to all that effort just to lace up my skates for me?”
“Holy shit. She’s amazing.” I nod, because there’s no denying it. “She is.” “And to think that you used to hate her.” Sloane has had years of hearing me bitch about AJ, so she was appropriately shocked at lunch when I told her how things had changed. “I think it was just easier to hate her.” “Why’s that?” “Because look what happened when I stopped.” “What happened? You’re both happy for the first time, maybe ever? Sounds just terrible.”
“You going to introduce me?” Hartmann asks. “Get lost. For real.”
With his sleeves rolled up and his muscular forearms on display, he looks like dessert, and I’m suddenly starving. Get your fucking hormones under control. This is a crisis, not the start of a sex scene.
I feel like the oxygen has been sucked from my lungs. Did she just say she is in love with me? Did she just tell that to the press, to the entire nation, before she’s even said it to me?
