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“No, we met much earlier than that,” I say with a grin. “I’ve known Sebastian since before he had any body hair.”
Van Morgan laughs. “That’s right. Hometown sweethearts. That’s what he said.”
Sebastian is breathing a little easier now that we’ve navigated through Van Morgan’s trap.
We turn into his luxurious office and Sebastian gasps when he sees all of the hockey paraphernalia on the shelves and hanging on the walls. He’s like a kid in a candy store as he jumps from a pair of old hockey gloves to a signed stick.
“This is Maurice Belanger’s hockey stick!” Sebastian says, pointing at it in awe.
Van Morgan shakes his head with a grin on his face. “Not anymore. It’s mine now.”
I’m watching Sebastian and marveling at the way he looks like a little kid again—the kid I fell in love with—as he looks at some old framed hockey cards.
Van Morgan steps up beside me as he lets Sebastian explore. “You know, I thought it sounded a bit fishy,” he says in a low voice, “that Sebastian Kemp was all of a sudden engaged.”
I swallow hard as I force out a smile.
“But seeing you two together,” he says with a nod. “My doubts are gone. You two look smitten with each other.”
“Really?” I stupidly ask. I just… The thought of Sebastian smitten with me is just too hard to believe.
“I’m a good judge of character and I don’t miss much, Miss Hoover,” he says with a confident nod. “I can tell you two are in love. It’s charming to see.”
I turn back to Sebastian and my breath quickens. He’s pointing to some old hockey puck and smiling like it’s a priceless diamond.
“Come look at this, Alina,” he eagerly says. “It’s signed by the entire 1979 championship team!”
I walk over with Van Morgan’s words still swirling in my head.
I can tell you two are in love.
I’m sure it’s easy to see it on my face, but with Sebastian too? Could he really be in love with me or is this all part of the act?
“Look,” he says as he puts his arm around me and points at the autographed puck that seems to be hovering magically in the glass case. “Guy Roloson, Lester Bower, Gordie Miller! They’re all here!”
I don’t really care about an old puck, but I love seeing Sebastian so excited.
“It’s so cool,” I say.
“I have one more thing to show you before we rejoin the party,” Van Morgan says. He walks over to his desk and pulls a contract out from the drawer.
I hear Sebastian suck in a breath as he stares at it with a tense jaw.
“Your agent has gone over the contract multiple times and has approved it,” he says, pointing to her signature. “It’s what we agreed on in our last meeting.”
“You want me on the team?” Sebastian says, still staring at the paper in awe.
“Like I mentioned,” Van Morgan says in a deep voice, “I had my reservations about your off-ice behavior. But after meeting your lovely fiancée, they have been assuaged.”
“I’ll keep him on a short leash,” I say, giving the billionaire a wink. “Very short.”
He laughs. “I’m sure you will.”
“My partying days are over,” Sebastian says in a firm tone. “I promise you that.” Only, he’s looking at me more than at Van Morgan when he says it.
“I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Kemp,” Van Morgan says. “The next great hockey dynasty is waiting for you. All that’s missing is your signature.”
He offers a pen. Sebastian’s hand is trembling as he takes it.
