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“Will the two love birds get out of the way?” Jones says, and we both step aside right after.
“Wanna come with me and see the mascot?” I ask, clinging tightly to him.
“I don’t know, what time is it?” Andrew asks, pointing to my wrist.
I pull my sleeve back and look at the smartwatch he gave me.
“I swear, this thing does everything but give the time — um, it’s midday.”
“Lunch break!” he puts on the skate guards and takes my hand to start walking.
“Are you going to keep the training going at noon?” I ask him.
“No, it’s the home team’s turn,” he says.
“And how’s your arm?” I ask again, worried.
Andrew releases my hand and takes his hand to his shoulder and elbow, moving it around as if trying to feel for any discomfort.
“It doesn’t hurt, but bothers me a little,” he admits. “Maybe it’ll go away as I exercise it.”
“Let’s hope so! Don’t overdo it, okay?” I say, much to his chagrin.
“Come on, I’m so happy! Don’t bring me down,” he teases, heading towards the locker room.
I grab his jersey before he heads in. “I’m sorry…” I go to him, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him with passion. “You will get better, and you will give them hell, and you will raise the Cup with both arms, okay?”
He smiles a silly smile, gives me a kiss, and caresses my cheek before saying, “I love you, Emily Mitchell.”
I feel euphoric, my eyes wide, my face red, a wave of warmth tingling in my chest.
For a second, I don’t know what to say, but then the obvious comes to mind.
“I love you too, Andrew Connoly.”
Chapter Thirty-One
ANDREW
“You beat the Ravens!”
“I beat the Ravens!”
Dad hugs me tight, happy for me. Truth be told, we were winning by five goals when I entered, and I just helped maintain that score.
The car I booked just dropped us off in front of my house, and Emily and Alissa are there waiting to greet us.
“Hello, Mr. Connoly,” Emily hugs him briefly.
“Grandpa John!” Alissa is already circling him.
“Oh, little princess,” he picks her up, and starts making his way inside.
Emily holds my hand as we climb the pathway leading to the front door. “How long will we be staying in Chicago, again?” she asks, timidly.
“We have a series of games here, so more than a week,” I inform her.
“Have you talked to Terry about what’s needed to end your contract with him yet?” Now I sense bother in her voice, and it worries me.
