Page 120 of Three Hockey Hotties

I give a choked laugh because I also want to cry. “Yes. I know them.”

I reach for the door handle, but Dash is already yanking the door open.

“Abby,” he breathes the moment he sees me.

“Hi,” I say simply.

He reaches in and unhooks my seatbelt, then scoops me out of the seat and hugs me against his chest, burning his face in my hair.

“We couldn’t wait,” he says.

I wrap my arms around his neck and laugh. “I noticed.”

“Are you mad?”

“I am thrilled to see you. I was on my way home.”

He lifts his head, his gaze burning into mine. “Home.”

I nod. “Home. To you.”

He takes a deep breath that makes his entire body shudder. Then he seals his mouth over mine in a deep kiss.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson.” I hear Benjamin say, amusement in his voice. “I’m Benjamin Clark, Abby’s boyfriend.”

Well, thank goodness I filled my parents in last night. Otherwise, it might be odd for them to hear a man introduce himself as my boyfriend while another man is kissing me as if he hasn’t seen me in years.

Dash hears all of that as well and lifts his head, grinning down at me sheepishly before looking to the right where both of my parents and Benjamin are now standing next to the SUV, watching us.

“Hi. I’m Dash Donovan.”

My dad nods. “Her other boyfriend,” he says.

“One of them,” Dash confirms.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you both,” my mom says. She nudges my dad toward the back of the SUV. “But we’ll have to talk and get to know each other another time. I know you all need to get back to Kane.”

My heart expands in my chest so suddenly that I suck in a little breath.

My parents are great. They truly love me so much and are so glad for the life that I have. They really do just want me to be happy and loved.

And however I choose to live the life that I have, and however I embrace my happiness, they’re going to support me.

“We’d love to have you come to the house for dinner. You can see where I’m going to be living. And get to know the guys better,” I say.

Benjamin's gaze snaps to mine in the midst of taking my suitcase from my father.

I can see the question in his eyes. Does this mean I’m moving in with them? Inviting my parents to “our” house sounds that way.

I nod at him.

Wherever they are is where I’m supposed to be.

They are home for me.

He takes the suitcase and strides straight toward me. He cups my face and says, “I’m never letting you go. No matter what, Abby.”

I smile up at him. “Good.”