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I look at Tank, guilty that I have no idea what his training schedule is like at the moment. “Nah, we’re good,” he says, taking the reins. “We can head home in the morning.”
I raise my brow at him in question. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’ll have to call Coach this afternoon to explain why I missed today’s session, but he’ll be fine. The next game’s not for another week, and besides, I think you need a little time at home,” he says as he reaches under the table and laces his fingers through mine.
“Thank you,” I mouth to him, grateful that he always seems to know exactly what I need.
“I don’t know if you’re up for it, but the Dragons have their first game of the season tonight. Did you want to go to that?” he asks.
My face brightens as a huge smile takes over. “Can we go to Micky’s after?” I question, thinking about his famous burgers. The thought instantly sends me into a downward spiral, remembering how that was my one craving throughout my pregnancy.
“Anything you want,” Tank says with emotion heavy in his eyes, almost as if he had missed this easy conversation between us, but I can’t blame him. I’ve missed it too, and while we both still have so far to go, I’m so damn happy to have it back.
Tank squeezes my hand under the table before leaning across and planting a kiss on my lips.
“Ugh,” Zac whines. “Do you really need to do that at the table?”
I can’t help but smirk at my little brother. “You think that’s bad? You should see what he made me do on my kitchen counter.”
“Shit, Sophie,” Dad scolds as Zac’s face scrunches up in disgust. “I don’t want to hear this while I’m trying to eat.”
“I’m with Dad,” Zac says.
“Oh, come on. It’s not like you’ve never done it,” I say.
“Actually,” Tank says, his gaze narrowing with thick curiosity as he considers my brother. “I don’t think he’s that adventurous.”
“Hmm,” I say, really thinking about it. “Maybe you’re right.”
“What?” Zac says, his eyes widening as my mother rolls her eyes, probably wishing she weren’t so used to conversations like this. “I’m plenty adventurous.”
“Eh,” MJ says with a shrug while Zac looks at her, horrified.
“You should take some lessons from Tank,” I grin. “He knows how to show a woman a real good time.”
Tank grins in approval as Dad demands the conversation to come to an end, and I can’t help but laugh. The sound feels so alien on my tongue. We get back to lunch and manage to finish our meal without any further talk of Tank’s good deeds in the bedroom.
After lunch, Tank disappears to call his coach while I spend the afternoon with Mom, who insists on taking me through her own version of a counseling session just to make sure I’m doing okay. But since Tank’s kick up the ass this morning, I seem to be coping much better.
That afternoon, we head over to Tank’s family’s home and have an early dinner with them before finding ourselves at the first Denver Dragons game of the season. Hell, the first Denver Dragons game I’ve been to in well over five years.
As we step through the doors, a wave of memories come rushing back, reminding me of my final year at college. The smell, the atmosphere, the laughter. Hell, the way I fell madly in love with Tank Meyers after Dani and I unofficially became their PR team for the season.
As we head deeper into the ice rink, we notice the place is a sea of Dragons fans with stalls upon stalls of merchandise. Tank walks up to a table and grabs a stuffed dragon wearing hockey skates and holding a little hockey stick before grinning at me. “And to think all this shit started with you and Dani,” he mutters, though all I can think about is how I would have loved to buy something like that for my little man.
I force myself to laugh. There’s no denying that he’s right, and I’m about to make a sarcastic comment about it when a certain calendar catches my eye. “Are you kidding?” I ask, my eyes lighting up as I point it out. “I’m gonna need that.”
Tank follows my eye line and groans when he figures out what I want. “Seriously? You’re going to make me ask this chick for a calendar full of naked dudes?”
“Uhh . . . yeah,” I say. “My calendar at home is getting a little worn out. I need some fresh material.”
He rolls his eyes, but does it anyway, then surprises me when he buys me a large foam finger and a Dragons blanket to keep me warm during the game. I reach up on my tippy-toes and plant a quick kiss on his lips before we search out our seats.
