Page 108 of Trade It All

Silence. A full two seconds of stunned, blinking silence. Then the section detonates.

Mia screams. Addy lets out a “NO THE HELL YOU DIDN’T” so loud two rows turn around.

Penelope gasps, clutching Matty tighter on her lap. Lennon starts bouncing in her seat.

And Lorenzo—poor sweet confused little Lorenzo—throws both his tiny hands onto my cheeks because every adult aroundhim is losing their minds and apparently that means he should too.

His little face gets inches from mine. “Aunt Maddie!” he shouts.

I burst out laughing. “Yes, buddy!”

His eyes go wide. “YOU YELLIN’?”

That sends Penelope into another fit of laughter. “Yes, baby, we’re yelling,” she tells him.

Lorenzo gasps dramatically and joins in with a loud incomprehensible shriek just because everyone else is doing it.

I am laughing so hard tears spring to my eyes.

Addy grabs both my shoulders. “You got MARRIED married?”

I nod. “In Vegas.”

Penelope falls back in her seat clutching her chest. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Coach Dean went full psycho husband.”

Mia is wiping under her eyes.

Lennon grabs my hand. “Please tell me there was a chapel.”

“There was a chapel.”

That earns another collective scream.

Lorenzo, not wanting to be left out, smushes my cheeks again. “AHHHHH!” he contributes.

I kiss the top of his head while Addy narrows her eyes at me. “How long have you been sitting on this?”

“Since…” I glance toward the bench where Dean has now looked up and caught the entire women’s section visibly losing their minds. “…approximately ten minutes.”

Penelope follows my gaze to Dean and grins. “He finally told the guys, didn’t he?”

I nod. “By kissing me in the middle of the locker room.”

Addy slaps my arm. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Mia points toward the ice. “Look at him.”

Dean is staring up at me. At us. At the chaos. His expression says he knows exactly what happened. I smile. And even from all the way down there, I see the corner of his mouth lift. Not hidden. Not stolen. Not secret.

My husband.

And now everyone knows.

I still cannot believe Dean did that.

Every time I think about it, I hear the roar of the locker room all over again. Feel his hands on my waist. Taste that kiss.

Eyes off my wife, kid. My husband. My insane, possessive, dramatic husband.