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She’s not the only one. There were more than a few tears shed by the team. Including Noel.
We talk quietly for a moment, just the two of us. But then I hear my name, and again.
“Liam, dude!”
I turn to where Noel is cutting through the crowd, Misty’s hand in his. The guy doesn’t look like he’s crying now. He looks like he’s lost his ever-lovin’ mind and is celebrating like he’s just won the cup. And the lottery. And—
He grabs me in a bear hug.
“She said yes!” he bellows, pulling me off my feet right there in the middle of the press and everyone.
“Yes to what?” I’m almost afraid to ask with this guy, but then I see Misty’s wide smile, and it clicks.
“We’re going to Vegas, B2B! She’s marrying me tonight, and you’re going to be my best man!”
* * *
Stormy
The wedding isn’tactuallytonight.
As jacked up as Noel is about Misty’s secret, post-playoffs plan to let him get his last name on her, our guys just played their hearts out, leaving everything they had on the ice.
They’re both out cold within ten minutes of takeoff, and by the time we get to the hotel, even Noel seems okay with the single-day delay before the nuptials. My parents are already checked in. Charlie and Michelle Hale are flying in tomorrow morning. And once we get the bags up to our suite, I fully expect to tuck my completely exhausted husband in for a solid twelve hours of sleep.
But Liam has other ideas.
“Let’s get a drink,” he says, pulling me into his arms and holding me against him like we’re slow-dancing.
“Aren’t you exhausted?”
“Slept on the plane. Quick recovery rate.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door. “Unless you’re too tired.”
Not me. “I’d love a drink.”
He smiles and draws me in for a kiss. “Good. Because one of my very favorite bars happens to be just downstairs.”
Yes. This isourhotel. And he’s taking me toourbar.
I can’t stop smiling as we’re seated at the very same table, which he somehow managed to call ahead to have reserved. Maybe while we checked in? I’m not sure, but I love it.
There’s a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, two flutes, and a stack of cocktail napkins with a Sharpie resting on top.
My hand goes to my heart as I let out a delighted laugh. “What’s this?”
He picks up the marker, biting off the cap with a grin.
I raise a brow as he writes on a napkin and then slides it across the table to me.
I love you
I blink up at him, emotion tightening my throat. “I love you too.”
He takes the next napkin, repeating the process.
I want you forever
This man. I nod. “You have me.”
