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It’s faded, but it’s still my favorite.
“The first time I met you, I thought it would look much better on my bedroom floor.” Moving his lips closer to mine, I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Oh, yeah?” My mouth dusts against his.
“I’d very much like to take you home and fuck you in it.” He leans back. “If that’s okay with you?”
“You seem happier tonight.” It’s not just the win, he seems lighter. Freer. And the players weren’t sad to see him go either because they think he’s only taking an eight-week break.
“I feel like I am doing the right thing. It feels good. Great, in fact.”
Satisfying me with his reply because I know he’s telling the truth; I answer his previous question. “I’m okay with you taking me home.”
“Yeah?” He smiles against my lips.
“But—” I smack a kiss to his lips and before he knows what’s happening, I’m skating away as fast as I can and yelling over my shoulder, “—you gotta catch me first.”
“You need to skate faster. I’m coming to get you, Mrs. Johansson.”
As I race across the rink, the fresh wind blowing through my hair laughing, as my husband chases after me.
Life is good.
Really. Really. Good.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Lily
Following the Eagles win on Saturday night, Sunday’s press release went out. As predicted, and although Ash had asked for privacy, the Eagles’ front office was inundated with press inquiries, and reporters still hounded him.
Of course, the speculation grew. Is he unwell? Am I unwell? Is he transferring to another hockey team? So many questions Ash refused to answer.
Overwhelmed with messages, I told him to turn off his phone and go out with his friends last night. Something he very rarely does.
We’ve spent almost every hour together finalizing the restructure of Tiger Lily Events, making love, eating, and watching Game of Thrones on the sofa, which led to more sex.
We can’t get enough of one another.
Now Wednesday, a week away from Christmas, I’m dashing back to the house to grab my Santa’s little helper costume for Brayden and Candy’s Christmas party this Saturday. The last event I will personally coordinate because I’ve delegated all other ones to my newly appointed team leaders while Janice is taking over ninety percent of my role.
It feels great and I can see the New Year through a much clearer lens with a bigger, brighter vision for the business and my life. It’s balanced and more harmonious. The two things I was craving the most.
I have interrogated Ash several times, trying to get him to spill the beans on his plans for the New Year, but he’s keeping mum, which I find oddly annoying.
Clicking the button on my key fob, I drive through the security gates leading up the long drive to the house. Pulling up outside, I jump out of the car and draw my brows together. Ash’s black truck is parked in the drive, which means he’s here.
Running up the sandstone steps leading to the entrance, I push my key in the door to unlock it.
I take a moment to look around at the palatial home I haven’t lived in for almost two weeks and feel bad because I don’t miss it.
A feminine giggle snaps my neck in the direction of the living room.
What the hell?
I stand for a minute to listen, making sure I wasn’t hearing things. Then, sure enough, I hear it again.
Sweaty palms, tight throat, my eyes pop out of their sockets.
