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Her smile turns teasing. “I havesomeidea.”
The grin I give her is pure arrogance. This morning, we played thehow many times can Hazel come before begging for mercygame, and I’ve been thinking about it all day. Especially the part where she got on her knees and sucked my cock so well I’m pretty sure my soul left my body.
“You sure?” My lips brush her neck, and she shudders. “Because just say the word and I’ll remind you.”
“Cocky.” She smiles. “So fucking cocky.”
I press another kiss to her neck, addicted to her. “You know it.”
My parents appear in front of us, and we straighten up.
“Congratulations, honey,” my mom says, wrapping Hazel in a big hug, and when she pulls away, my dad gives Hazel a firm handshake.
“Great job, Hazel.”
She grins. “Thanks, Rick.”
He steps back beside my mom and takes her hand, holding on like she might get away again. My mom meets my eye before smiling down at their joined hands.
Seeing my parents holding hands is still a little weird. They never did it before, but they never went to couples’ therapy either, or went on date nights or smiled at each other the way they do now.
I’ve gone a few times with them to therapy. Slowly, we’re putting our family back together in a better way than before.
“Hazel said you’re a dancer,” my mom says to Hazel’s mom. They all met last night when Hazel and I took our families out for dinner.
“Oh.” She blanches but recovers, laughing a little. “I’m not the dancer I used to be.” Her throat works and Hazel gives her an encouraging smile. “But it’s just for fun, even if I don’t look like I used to.”
Hazel beams, eyes shining bright. “Exactly.”
Our moms make plans to have lunch later in the week while Ken and my dad pull Streicher into a conversation and Pippa and Owens wander over from the group of players.
“Look at this place!” Pippa practically jumps on Hazel, hugging her. “It looks so good.”
Hazel sighs as they pull apart, looking around the space with that sparkling, wistful expression again. Over the past month, she’s put every spare moment into her studio plans.
“Thanks.” Her mouth twists and she glances at me and Owens. “I’m glad I made the decision to stay on with the team part time, though, even if it’s busy.”
When Hazel put in her resignation so she could start studio renovations, Ward must have seen her reluctance to leave a position she loved, so he made her an offer. Part time, as many or as few players to work with as she wants, and flexible hours. Streicher, Owens, and Volkov all volunteered to come to her studio for physio sessions, which made her decision easy.
“Aw.” Owens gives her a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. “We’re going to miss you at the arena.”
She chuckles. “You’ll see me at games. I’ll be the one wearing Miller’s jersey.”
We smile at each other, and my heart beats with pride and affection.
Owens’s phone rings and he pulls it out, frowning. “Darce?” He steps away, still frowning as he listens, and when he returns, worry is written all over his face.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” He blinks, shell-shocked. “Darcy and Kit broke up.”
Hazel, Pippa, and I fall silent. Owens stares at the floor, distracted, before he shakes himself.
“I need to go,” he tells Hazel. “Congrats on the studio.”
He gives her a quick hug before hurrying out the door, and the three of us watch him leave.
“Where’s he going?” Pippa asks.
