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“I won’t change my mind. Let’s do it.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Good.”
“I have to do the press conference right after the game,” I tell her. “And then I’ll need to say hi to my family. But after that I’m yours. Where do you want to do it?”
“I thought we’d do it at Gramps’ place. There won’t be any cameras there. Plus if my dad decides to beat you up we can make a run for it.”
“Where would we go?” I ask her, not wanting our conversation to end. Because then I’ll have to leave and I’ve missed her so goddamned much.
“I’m not sure,” she says, wrinkling her nose.
“Vegas. We’ll have a shotgun wedding. That way he can’t pull us apart.”
“He wouldn’t pull us apart anyway,” she says. “He’ll probably think it’s good publicity.”
There’s a knock at the door. I step back again and she takes a deep breath. “Come in.”
This time it’s Brian. He has the latest printout for her and wants to talk it over. He’s so caught up in the numbers he barely notices me standing there.
“I’ll leave you to it,” I tell her, giving her a crooked smile.
“Good luck,” she says, her eyes meeting mine. “Not that you need it. You guys are going to win.”
“I hope so.” The smile on my face doesn’t waver.
“I’ll be cheering you on,” she says. “And wearing my jersey.”
I want to hold her again. I want to tell Brian – the poor guy – to fuck off and leave us alone. I want to drop to my knees and worship at her until her breath does that catching thing that always makes me hard.
I want to love her. Forever. I should have told her that. Before Brian walked in.
“Go,” Mackenzie whispers. And I realize I’m standing there, staring at her, my breath coming way too fast for its own good.
“Later,” I tell her.
“Yes.”
Brian’s making some notes on his papers, leaning over her desk. Thank God the man loves numbers more than life.
I love you. I want to mouth it to her. I want to do it again tonight, when I’m on the ice.
But instead I push those words down. Because I’m not saying it in front of Brian. And I’m definitely not sending it in a message to her phone.
“Oh, good luck,” Brian says, finally looking up from his printout.
“Thanks, man,” I say. And then I leave.
* * *
MACKENZIE
I pull on my jersey and check my phone. It’s a few minutes until game time and I need to get out there and sit with the staff, but a message from my mom grabs my attention.
Hey sweetie. We’re sitting with Gramps, rinkside. Want to come join us? – Mom x
Hi Mom. Thanks for the invite but I promised I’d sit with the staff. I’ll come find you when it’s over, okay? – Mackenzie x
Sure. Probably for the best. Isabella’s not exactly in a good mood. She’s spent most of the afternoon planning her revenge. – Mom x
