I lay my head on his shoulder, exhausted. “I didn’t want to leave her alone.”
He lays me in our bed and pulls my leggings down. And judging by the look of wonder in his eyes, he realizes for the first time since he walked in that I’m wearing his jersey.
I watch with rapt attention as he strips out of his suit, down to his boxers and climbs in behind me, wrapping his armsaround me and burying his face in my hair. “Not sure what I did to deserve you, Olivia, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you go.”
“Good,” I whisper into the quiet night. “I’m not sure I want to be set free.”
And that scares me more than anything ever has.
OLIVIA
Killian
Big game this week.
Sorry to be watching it on TV instead of in the stands.
Olivia
You’ll be home in another month.
We’ll see you then.
Brynlee
Should we make a little side bet?
Mom
Really children?
Dad
It would be more fun if Deacon could just kick Logan’s ass.
But I’ll settle for his team doing it for him.
Olivia
Daddy!
Dad
I’m kidding.
Sort of.
Mom
Cade . . .
Dad
What?
It was years before I went easy on Deacon.
Logan has to earn that shit.
