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She swallows, her eyes moving up my body until they meet mine, and the heat of our connection sparks between us.
I expect some kind of gut-level awareness that it’s a mistake. Except it doesn’t feel wrong.
She pulls her bottom lip free, wets it. “Are we still on the same page?”
I nod, closing the distance between us. “Divorce in two years. No chance of a misunderstanding.”
She launches herself at me, and I catch her against me, devouring her like a starving man.
We haven’t gotten the physical part out of our systems yet. Plain and simple. And until we do, so long as we’re on the same page, what’s the problem?
* * *
“Damn,you going for the land speed record getting out of here?”
Bowie’s grinning at me from where he’s parked on the bench, a towel around his waist. He hasn’t showered yet, but I’m already dressed in jeans and a button-down.
Shoving my feet into my shoes, I shake my head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh.” He rubs his shoulder, in no rush. “Married life looks good on you, man.”
I grin, and he laughs, nodding.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Okay. Maybe I do.
Because this thing with Stormyisgood. Better than. It’s fucking amazing.
“This why we never saw you dipping into the bunny pool, or any pool really? You more one of those quiet commitment guys whose always got a serious girl at home he’d rather be talking to?”
I stop, cutting him a look.
“Not really.” Not even close.
I could leave it there. I normally would sever the conversation before it had a chance to get too deep, too invasive. Before I inadvertently gave someone something they could use against me. But for whatever reason, when Bowie raises a brow in question, I shrug and go on.
“There were the girlfriends. Once in a while.” Not so much in the last few years. “We’d go on dates. Dinner. A party where, chances were, we would spend more time talking to other people than we did each other.” Probably because there wasn’t that much to say. “But with Stormy, it’s been different from the start. Real.”
And the irony of that statement isn’t lost on me. Because while the marriage might not be real in the traditional sense… everything else is.
“And we were friends first.” First and foremost.
He barks out a laugh. “Dude, you mean like for the first five minutes before you married her?”
I freeze, but the way he’s laughing, he thinks I’m joking, thank fuck. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Needing to change the topic, I jut my chin at him. “You got a girl?”
I should know this. Probably every other guy on the team does.
It’s the sort of information I used to actively avoid learning. I didn’t want to know anything about my teammates beyond how they handled a puck. Didn’t want anyone getting close.
But now?
Every time Stormy and I join the team after a game, I learn something more about them. Find that much more common ground.
Now, these guys are growing on me.
