Finding the Forward, Part One (HockeyVerse, #1)

by Jane Handler

It was him. Airplane Guy. He’d found me.

“Um.” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “It was Grif.”

Grif’s arm tightened around me. Dean wedged himself on my lap the best he could. A hand rested on the back of my neck as Jonas came up so close behind me that we touched. His warmth was reassuring–as was his blatant display of possession.

As my head ducked, Jonas’ hand, still tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, slid toward my ear. His fingers darted to the underside of my jaw, a few inches past my ear, mostly hidden by my hair. They poked into my jaw, hard, as if trying to keep my chin up. His other hand settled on my shoulder, moving it back into position, as if covertly saying don’t you dare.

waittttt 😏

That gaze held no judgment, no malice. All I saw was compassion.

Dean was my soul. But she just might be my heart–or whatever kept it beating.

While I’ve been with two people at once, I... I haven’t been with two guys at the same time. I’ve only read about it.”

I SAW gay, so I SAID gay

Catching my gaze, he waggled his eyebrows, then darted out his pierced tongue.

Oh, that trust. What did I do to deserve it?

Oh, the things I wanted from her.

“I’ve got fried chicken, biscuits, potato salad with and without egg, and macaroni salad. I also brought dessert,” I told them as I continued taking things out. “You made macaroni salad and two kinds of potato salad?” AJ’s dark eyebrows rose.

SHE MADE MACARONI SALAD EVERYBODY

I needed the entire arena to know that AJ and Verity were my alphas. That they chose me.

Certainly, they looked good together. Like an alpha power couple. They were mine.