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“You caught me. We nailed the triple twist lift!” she says.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I fold my arms around her back. She lifts up while spinning us around once.
She giggles and I can feel the vibration through my arms.
I set her feet back on the ground, though I’d prefer not to put her down at all… ever, but she doesn’t remove her arms. They still hang around my neck—her full breasts pressed to the bottom of my rib cage.
“I knew you could do it,” she says.
“Did you?” I ask with a lifted brow, not believing her completely.
“Of course I did. I knew you wouldn’t give up until we got it.”
“How did you figure that out?” I ask.
“Because you’re not the quitting type.”
And there it is.
It's not just the single best compliment that anyone has ever bestowed on me, but it's also the only thing that keeps me fighting for her.
Does she understand that her compliment is the reason why I’m here? That quitting the farm team wasn’t an option because the one thing I can’t quit, no matter how hard I’ve tried, is her.
“Thank you,” I say, my hands still around her back, holding her against me.
If she’s not going to make an attempt to push away, then I won’t let go.
“For what?” she asks.
“For seeing me.”
Her crystal blue eyes don’t leave mine as her fingers brush up the back of my neck, almost to soothe me.
My eyes drop to her full lips as they part. And just as I start leaning in to find out if she’ll accept my kiss, her arms come back around and drop to her side. She steps out of my arms and bites down on her lower lip. Her cheeks pinken just a little, like she knows that I was about to kiss her.
Though I would do anything to keep her in my arms, I won’t force it.
I release her, too.
Regretfully.
“I think our time is up, and the guys should be here soon for morning skate. I should go. The girls and I have a lot to plan for the final round of playoffs this week. All of the sponsors are coming in.”
She's right. We all need to stay focused this week.
“I have a lot to do, too. I got the new showerhead in my mailbox. I can replace it today before you’re off work if you want?”
“That was fast. Thanks,” she says, turning toward the speaker to turn off her music.
I watch as she walks away, pulling her phone from off the top of the speaker and grabs her duffel bag off the floor next to it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning at practice. Maybe we can start back on the ice?” she asks, yanking the duffel bag strap over her shoulder and starts for the exit.
I nod, “See you tomorrow in the rink.”
She gives me a once over, but she’s not checking me out—she’s considering something. And I have a feeling I know what it is.
Is she going to miss me when she gives me up for Win?
