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Because Carter Beckett is good at two things: playing hockey and loving on his new wife, Olivia. Something he’s terrible at? Keeping secrets.
“Please, Mom. Olivia’s already reached maximum disappointment levels; she married your son.”
“How in the fuck has Olivia not killed you yet?” His grin is oddly proud as he runs his palm over his torso. “She tries on a weekly basis.”
“She’s about to die from embarrassment because the idea of us in a relationship sickens her.” “Ha!” Mom snorts from afar. “I like her already!”
“Jennie,” Mom murmurs from where she’s working over the stove. She casts me a glance over her shoulder. “Not Jennie Beckett?” When I don’t respond, her mouth gapes. “Garrett Andersen, please tell me you’re not dating your captain’s little sister.”
“Better set her straight then. Tell her I had no choice in having a brother as a hockey player; I’m not going to voluntarily date one. She’ll understand one day.”
“I feel bad for all the people who will never get to experience a Beckett Family Christmas.”
“You’re nearly twenty-nine years old. Would it kill you to swallow before you speak?” Hank pats my hand. “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Carter can’t be changed.”
“I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”
“Mhmm. You scream when you’re angry and cry when you’re sad. But you also cry when you’re angry and scream when you’re sad. You’re embarrassed when you cry because you think it makes you weak, but I think showing your soft side is strong and brave, and I wish more people did it, me included. You’re quiet when you’re overwhelmed, and you hold my hand the most then too. You’re honest and loud and you’re your own biggest fan when it comes to dance, but I wish you were your biggest fan about all the other stuff too. Your favorite way to snuggle is with your cheek on my chest and your leg shoved
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“Not made to size, I see.” “No, that was the smallest cookie cutter they had.”
She twists her cookie apart. “Six foot four, well over two hundred pounds, crushes people into the boards for a living, and the idea of a seven-pound baby girl terrifies the living hell out of him.” “I so hope it’s a girl.” “You and me both, Jennie. You and me both.”
Two strangers who became best friends and then more, so much more. Slowly, and yet suddenly, there he was.
I once read that there are different types of love. The ones where you learn, where you grow, realize what you need. That you’ll fall in love over and over, until finally, you arrive at your destination. You find the one you’ve been searching for and everything just … fits.
“He’s so far from perfect, Jennie, but he’s got so much love in his heart. He loves you very much.”
“Don’t ever let anyone walk all over you, ladies. Know your worth, set your boundaries, and don’t let anyone disrespect either of those things. If they do, knee ’em in the nuts and hit ’em with an exploding confetti dick bomb straight to the face.
