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“Like what?” he asks innocently.
“Like you want to forget ice hockey even exists and spend the night watching me instead.”
“Darlin’, you have no idea. We have people expecting us, though.”
“We do?”
“Yep. Now get that jersey on and let’s go.”
Turning my curling iron off, I walk toward my closet door, tug the jersey from the hanger, and throw it over my head.
All the while, Calvin stands there watching me as if I’m the most fascinating thing in the world.
“You look incredible,” he tells me as I walk toward him—and, better than hearing those words, I believe them.
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SIENNA
“Umm…How did that happen?” I ask, watching in awe as the barrier to the player parking garage opens as if by magic when we pull up.
Calvin shifts in his seat. “I…uh…I’ve put you on the list.”
I frown as I move forward. “The list?” I echo, not understanding.
“Yeah. It’s a list of approved people and cars. A friends and family list. Just over there. That’s my spot,” he says, pointing to an empty space.
My heart races as I park.
He’s put me on a list. That’s like…a big deal, right?
“So, whenever you want to come and see me, or watch a game, you can come down here instead of fighting with everyone else up there.”
I kill the engine and turn to face him, my insides doing happy cartwheels. “Whenever I want to see you.”
“Yeah, you know. If you have a day off and you want to—I’m sorry,” he says, suddenly cutting himself off. “It’s too much, isn’t it?” He shakes his head, chastising himself.
“No,” I say, reaching for him. The second I touch the back of his hand that’s resting in his lap, he turns it over and threads our fingers together. “I like it,” I confess.
He nods. “Okay, so…”
His hesitation makes my stomach knot.
“You have options for tonight. We can head to our seats as usual, grab a couple of beers and snacks. Or …”
My heart begins to race.
“We can go in through the players’ entrance, see the guys, go and grab some food from the friends and family suite and—”
“That,” I blurt, not needing him to finish.
He chuckles. “The only thing is, it’s only Rett who knows for sure there’s something going on here. Monroe has a good idea, too.”
“Why does Hayden know?”
Calvin ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck. “I…uh…I might have gone to him for some advice.”
I try to fight my smile, I really do, but it breaks free regardless. Everyone knows that despite being the baby of the group, Hayden Monroe is the one you go to for romantic advice. He’s spent years reading romance novels, and unlike some of the others, he wasn’t sewing his wild oats from the moment he signed his contract; instead, he has his sights set on one woman. A woman who, despite the odds, now proudly stands by his side. Boy knows what he’s doing.
