“This one is for Ruby Madison.” The way he says my name makes my stomach flutter. My legs wobble as I take my seat again. “In your upcoming novel, you dedicate it to your favorite grumpy hockey player.” “Is that your question?” I ask him, smiling so hard I think my face might crack. “It’s a little vague. One might be confused on who you meant. Any chance you want to tell us who it is?” “Sorry. I promised to protect his identity.” Nick’s mouth pulls up on one side.
