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“You learned by watching Anchors games?”

She nodded. “There may have been a few books I bought too.”

Sawyer raised his eyebrows. “A real student of the game, huh?”

“I was motivated.” Morgan let her gaze roll over him.

“I see.” He moved Nia closer to his knees when his jeans got tight under Morgan’s visual caress. “I guess I should learn all there is to know about antiques then.”

“So should I.” She wiped her hands on a napkin and took a sip from her water bottle. “I mean, I know some things about antiques, but there’s certainly more to learn. I want the shop to do well under my ownership.”

Sawyer slid his arm around her shoulders. “It will. I have a theory that anything you touch gets improved.” He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. “My heart feels better after meeting you.”

“Mine too.” She lowered their hands and interlaced their fingers on the armrest between them.

They watched the rest of the game, cheering wildly when the Anchors squeezed in a win.

“What a game!” Austin said. “Thanks for inviting us.”

“Yeah, you can’t beat being here in person,” Charlie added. “So much fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sawyer held up his phone. “I’m waiting for my buddy to text that the coast is clear.”

“Then we get to meet the team?” Nia wiggled on his lap.

Sawyer nodded, not wanting any fans around them to overhear. Noting how much Nia was wiggling, he asked, “Do you need a bathroom trip, Nia-bunny?”

Nia stopped moving for a minute, a look of consideration on her face. “Yeah.”

“She’s not alone on that,” Austin said.

“Let’s all go,” Charlie said. “That way we’ll be cool to hit the sky after the meet and greet.”

Sawyer hefted Nia onto his hip and led everyone out of the aisle toward the restrooms. As they neared, someone bumped into Morgan, making her stumble into Sawyer. He grabbed her by her Anchors T-shirt before she fell.

“Fucking Anchors suck,” an angry voice said. “And so do their fans.”

Sawyer was about to put Nia down and tell this assclown where to go and how to get there, but Austin beat him to it.

“Watch where you’re going,” Austin said.

“I don’t listen to people who support cheaters,” the jerk said, a few of his shitpig buddies gathering around him.

“Cheaters?” Austin pointed to the doors to the rink behind him. “I didn’t see any cheating in there. Just good old-fashioned skill.” He turned to walk away then added, “On the part of the Anchors anyway.”

In a move Sawyer’s eyes almost couldn’t register, the trash-talking bastard launched forward, shoving Austin hard enough to send him flying forward. Austin’s baseball hat flew off as he smacked down to the floor.

Sawyer handed Nia off to Morgan as Charlie checked on Austin. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

The douchebag widened his stance. He was about Sawyer’s size in height, but not as muscular. Sawyer had every confidence he could squash this asshole.

“Is Daddy going to brawl?” Nia asked, her voice sounding small and afraid.

Fuck.

He turned to look at her. A second later, pain exploded at his jaw as the dickmuncher in front of him punched him in the face. His head jerked back, sending his baseball hat flying to the floor like Austin’s had.

The last thing he heard before bringing up his fists to fight back was, “Hey, aren’t you Sawyer Lundin?”