Carter waves me over before stepping onto the ice. He taps his cheek. “Good luck kiss.” “Oh, baby.” I take his face in my hands. “You don’t need luck.” I kiss his lips, then his cheek. “Now get your sweet ass out there.” His crooked smile is electric, pulling his dimples in. He winks, and before he steps onto the ice, he gives me the words he gave me so many months ago. “I’m gonna score a goal for you.”
