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“This is me,” I said. “Should have done this before you got me pregnant.”
“Good point. I’ll consider that next time.”
“Next time… what? You get someone else pregnant?”
Atlas shook his head. “I said some stuff that came across the wrong way, love. It hurt your feelings. You protected yourself from me. I respect that. I am who I am. Just like you are who you are. I don’t lie. I won’t lie. That also means sometimes I say stuff that sounds mean. And is mean. I meant it when I told you I would never abandon you or our daughter.”
Daughter.
Cue the swooning all over again.
I squeezed my legs together tight again.
Butterflies danced in my stomach and my body tingled.
Our daughter.
“So, fine, I saw the chance to do something for you,” he said. “And I did it. I don’t know much about your grandmother. I’m sorry she passed. I’m sorry she’s not here to see everything happening. So maybe if you meet this Charles guy… it’s like having one last chance to be involved with your grandmother. I don’t fucking know.”
Atlas tried to move away and I grabbed for him.
I touched his face.
“That’s perfect,” I whispered.
“Good,” he said. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Good. I don’t want to talk anymore either.”
I moved my left leg over his body and pulled at him.
He slipped his right hand between us, between my legs again.
I put my head back and smiled.
Okay, just one more orgasm… and then I could put the DO NOT DISTURB sign up between my legs…
Chapter Thirty-One
ATLAS
At some pointsomeone hit me in the face with an elbow.
If you asked me, it was a cheap shot.
In reality, it was just part of the game.
I had been trying to get into a fight all period, wanting to give the guys and the arena that one last little spark of life. We were down by two goals, but what the hell did I care, right? I turned up the heat on my enforcer capabilities and I made everyone nervous.
I even messed with the goalie too.
Constantly skating too close.
I got him so off balance that Henry scored a goal.
Now we were down by one.
For some reason we had a bad habit of scoring a goal and then acting as though the game was over. After each face-off when we scored a goal, the other team would drive right down the ice. Leaving Jago doing cartwheels to make saves that would put him in contention for being the best goalie of the entire league.
