Carlos smirked. “You look so fucking sexy wearing my number. Both of you look so hot that I want to…” His tongue traced over his lips.
“There are kids here, Carlos.” Atticus gave him a sharp look.
“What? I didn’t say anything.” He grinned. Grabbing his stick, he blew us kisses and skated off.
“Sorry.” Verity laughed. “I should have found a hoodie for you or something.”
“Do I look like I’m fucking a hockey player now?” Hale did a little spin. “I have a jersey. I have to tell my brother Creed.” Hale grabbed me and we took a selfie.
“You look adorable.” Pulling him down, I kissed him. It was a little short on him, but he looked great.
Saoirse just shook her head, chuckling.
The music changed and someone else skated out, shirtless and helmetless, holding black and silver pom-poms.
Dusty.
Someone in a costume also came out. The mascot perhaps?
People started cheering. Dusty and the mascot started dancing.
“Who is that with Nat-the-Knight?” Atticus asked.
“That’s my mate. He’s singing the national anthem,” Saoirse replied, taking a photo. “If he sings to me, he’s a dead man.”
“Did you tell him that? Because I feel like you need to be very specific with him,” I replied.
“Oh, I did.” She nodded.
AJ studied him. “I think I know him?”
“He’s a musician. Mercy follows him.” Hale shrugged,waving.
“No. I think I’ve seen him at the ice rink.” AJ frowned.
“He plays for the Brooklyn Box Munchers–the team playing in the charity game tomorrow,” Saoirse supplied.
“Of course he does.” AJ laughed. “They play my company’s team sometimes. They’re funny. And he’s always shirtless. It’s entertaining.”
The players gradually started leaving the ice. Some of them stopped to talk to their fans. Others traded pucks for things. I saw one player, whose jersey saidEdwardstrading a puck for candy. Someone else got a loaf ofbread.
Carlos and Dusty grabbed some pucks and started trading with a bunch of kids. They came back over to us and opened a glory hole in the glass I hadn't seen before. What was that even for?
“Mi Cielo.” Dusty tried to shove his face in there.
Saoirse rolled her eyes. “Hi, Dusty.”
“This is for you.” He shoved a dark chocolate hazelnut candy bar through the hole.
“You remembered.” Her voice was soft.
“I remember everything about you.” He blew her a kiss. “Look, I’m wearing the hat.”
It looked like pretty much every other hat he’d been wearing.
“Oh, you are.” Saoirse almost melted.
This was funny. Because she’d gone from,I’m cutting him off and never fucking alphas ever againto having an alpha husband who made hermelt.
