“I hear you’ve got some of my hockey cards,” he murmurs. I laugh softly, hands skimming his ribs. “Who told you that?” “Your son.” I snort. Of course Ryan told him. “The little shit. I told him to keep that a secret.” He lifts his head to look at me with one eyebrow raised. “You wanna know a secret?” “Yeah,” I croak. “I have yours too. I keep them in my office.” “You do?” He kisses one corner of my mouth, then the other. “Yeah. It’s always been you, Jax.” And I know, right there and then, while we exchange tired kisses and gentle strokes of hands over skin, that it’s always been Hayden for
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I have already cried so much over these boys.
