“Young, go.”
I hop up from the bench at the sound of Coach’s voice.
Before swinging my leg around to climb onto the ice, I mention to Kane that I’m going to be living with Reese.
“Reese?” he repeats. “Daisy’s Reese?”
The blade of my skate touches the ice, and I nod. “Yep.”
My chest grows tight, but I still can’t figure out if I’m excited at the prospect or scared out of my fucking mind.
Not only are we about to be living together…but she has a kid.
I’ve been known to seek out a challenge a time or two, but this? This is uncharted territory, and there’s a lot more at stake than something like getting MVP of the year.
I shut my car door and stare up at the house.
I bought it when I first moved to Chicago, because the price was right, and it was close to the arena. Since moving in with Kane, it’s been listed as an Airbnb just to keep things running smoothly.
It’s fully furnished, and the appliances are brand new.
I wonder if Reese likes it.
If she doesn’t, I suppose we can just move someplace else.
My hand freezes with the key inside the keyhole.What?
It’s late, and clearly, my thoughts aren’t making sense.
Not only was I in a different time zone earlier today, but I had nearly twenty-eight minutes of ice time, which is more than average. That’s the only valid reason as to why I’m falling for this make-believe stunt that Reese is actually my fiancée, and we’re going to live happily ever after in a house we choose together.
It’s not like I wantthat or anything.
I’m just helping out a damsel in distress by pretending to be her fiancée.
I chuckle to myself.
Reese is the furthest thing from a damsel.
If anything, this whole experience of living with a single mom will be entertaining, right?
The house is pitch black when I walk inside. I shut the door quietly and use my phone as a flashlight to make sure her sister isn’t lurking somewhere in the corner with a baseball bat, ready to attack me.
She scares me.
I slowly place my bag on the floor and scan the foyer.
It smells nice, and I can’t decide if it’s from the cleaning service I hired last minute or if it's an indication that Reese is somewhere near.
The thought that she isn’t here definitely crossed my mind, but I confirmed with the moving company that they did, in fact, deliver her things from her apartment.
After finding the downstairs empty, I make my way up the stairs.
It’s quiet, and I suspect that Reese, her daughter who I’ve still yet to meet, and sister are all sleeping.
Which is fine.
We can work out the rest of the logistics tomorrow over breakfast.
