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“I love you too.” He stands and leans down to kiss me. It’s not a shy kiss.It’s passionate. It’s hot and heated and fills the arena with cheers. “I love you so much.”
I smile like an idiot when he withdraws, my brain scrambled by his lips.
Someone from the bench calls his name. “I gotta go, I’llsee you after the game.” He bends down to grab his gloves and tucks them under his arm.
“Okay, but you gotta help me get off the ice.”
He shakes his head and leans down to whisper in my ear, “You still have to play Lucky Pucky. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you decide to give me shit about my skills at practice.” He kisses my cheek, winks, and skates off.
I glare at him with a smile.Motherfucker.
An attendant sidles up, gives his congratulations, and hands me a puck. I suppose anyone watching from afar assumes we’re now engaged.
I drop the puck on the ice, shoot, and don’t get remotely close to the net.
When I look back, Cam’s standing at the edge of the tunnel with the thumb and index finger half-an-inch apart.So close,he mouths.Uh-huh.
I laugh. I couldn’t care less about the shot, I just want to return to my seat. Micky’s probably losing her mind. A woman escorts me off the ice, and she also congratulates me, then I’m passed back to the same security staff member. Another congratulations.
“Thank you, I can find my way from here.”
“Actually, you’re supposed to go up to the box. Mrs. Kucera is up there with your things.”
Mrs. Kucera—Micky.I laugh at the formality, especially with howinformalMicky is.
We get up to the box, and I thank him for the escort. When the doors open, I’m met with balloons, streamers, and a couple of handmade banners that read:BANKSY’S MEMORIAL SERVICEandREST IN PEACE. The other women cheer and a champagne bottle pops.
I freeze. “Holy!”
Micky rushes me and wraps me up in a hug. “Congratulations!”
“It wasn’t a proposal!” I laugh.
“We know, but you took down the biggest player on the team, and that’s worth celebrating.”
The game ends with us winning 4-2. Barrett made an amazing goal in the third period.
I follow the wives through the maze of hallways that lead to the locker room exit. My stomach isn’t filled with butterflies, it’s more like thirty raccoons fighting over a footlong hot dog. We said the L-word tonight.
When the guys begin to filter out the door and he sees me, his smile is brighter than ever.Damn he looks good in a suit.
“Hey, Sunshine.” He drops his bag, picks me up with his palms under my ass, and pushes me against the wall.
I open my mouth to speak, and he kisses me with everything he’s got.Sigh.I can vaguely hear Micky and the girls leaving.
“Congratulations, Jordan!” is followed by laughter. Barrett cuts in. “Close your eyes, Mini Bear. Uncle Banks is trying to play Lucky Pucky with his new girlfriend.”
Players filter out of the locker room, but this moment is ours. When his lips leave mine, we lock eyes for a moment.I love him so much.
“Great game,” I whisper.
He laughs with big eyes. “Oh, we’re going to talk about the game first?”
“Why? Was there something else that happened?” I say, cocking my head to the side and feigning ignorance.
“Yeah, you missed a goal by a mile. How embarrassing for you.”
I slap his shoulder. “I can’t believe you set me up for that!” I laugh. “Rude.”
