“Baby …” Aleks clasps his hands to his chest, and at first, I think it’s because he’s all naw, Gabe’s so sweet … but then he opens his mouth. “You spoke hockey to me.” “Wait. What?” “Checked into the boards?” Dear God, Aleks is making eyes at me. “Have you been …” He swipes a fake tear. “Learning?” I deflate in my seat. “I knew that was a mistake.”
