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"He's dead?"
"He probably wishes he were," she mutters darkly. "I told Dillon everything. But he'll survive the gunshot wound. Giant shot him in the shoulder."
"I suddenly have a pressing need to get arrested."
She groans, dropping her head against my shoulder. "Nash said the same thing."
"You talked to Nash?"
"After you left this morning," she whispers.
"Hold that thought," I mutter when the elevator shudders to a stop on the fourth floor. The doors slide open.
Of course it slides open to half my teammates standing on the opposite side. They take one look at the way I'm holding her, and the catcalls commence.
"Stow it!" Colter barks, meeting my gaze as Aspen tries to squirm out of my arms. "You good, Noah?"
"Perfect," I growl, trying to keep Aspen still before my dick gets any harder.
Colter jerks his head in a nod, relief in his gaze. "We're taking the stairs, people."
"We're on the fourth floor," Atlas complains.
"Then your big ass better get to walking."
Atlas flips him off, earning laughs from the rest of the team as I carry Aspen out of the elevator. They all head toward the stairs. Colter hangs back for a minute.
"Glad to see you're okay," he murmurs to Aspen.
"Thanks," she whispers.
"I'm bunking with Atlas tonight." He meets my gaze.
"Thanks, brother."
He gives me a chin lift and then heads toward the elevators.
"What was that about?"
"Adjoining rooms."
A blush creeps up Aspen's cheeks. "Oh," she whispers.
I chuckle, carrying her down the hall toward my room. We don't speak again until we're over the threshold. I drop my bag and then deposit her on the bed, crawling over her. "I've been losing my mind worrying about you."
"I'm sorry." She reaches out, placing her palm against my cheek in apology. "I didn't want to tell you any of this over the phone because I knew you would worry. I figured if I waited until I got here, you'd worry less." She grimaces. "I didn't count on someone else telling you before the plane landed."
"I only found out ten minutes before you got here. I was on my way to the airport."
"You were flying home? Noah, you have a game."
I reach over my head, pulling my shirt off. "I realized something."
"What?"
"I want a future with you more than I want hockey."
"You don't have to choose between us," she says. "I'd never ask you to do that."
